Thirteen years lead up to this
Figure out the rest of my life.
I could ruin it, I could make it here
I could do something wrong, something right.

Thirteen years and now I'm to choose
What exactly I plan to do
For the next two, three, four, five decades
After four, eight, twelve more years of school.

Stressed out and up an down
How on earth should I know?
I've got an idea but it's not the same
As my ideas some five years ago.

Shaking and stressed and completely confused
Because "It doesn't decide what you have to do,"
Except for thirteen years all I ever heard was
"Major in what you plan to live life through."

So I'm making the decision now
About what I maybe, sort of, not really, completely
Must spend the rest of my life doing
But, so far, all I've got is stress, really.