All the strangers that I’ve met
Tell me things I can’t forget

Khalid says we’re all young dumb and broke
And yea I agree, hopes and dreams gone up in smoke

Yea, I get that I am blessed
That much I confess

But can’t they see the mess?

Economy so bad
How can I not fret

University so expensive
Just looking at it makes me apprehensive

Don’t even bother looking at HDB
Too expensive for me

Do they not see?

People tell me to go find some comfort in god
But I find it kinda odd

To seek help from something not in sight
How can something like that understand our plight

Why do we pray in a church
To someone who leaves others in the lurch

What do they see? [purge]

They say the future is ours
They say we got the power

Sorry can’t afford that
Maybe I’ll ask dad

Oh wait he’s never home
Hell, he’s even less useful than a garden gnome

Guess they can’t see

Things people plant in my mind’s interior
Makes me feel so inferior

With all the doom and gloom
How can we be expected to bloom

With the future looking so bleak and uncertain
Maybe it’s time to bring down the curtains

Guess they’ll never see