Confused - Still

It’s sad to know.
What you didn’t know.

A friend of mine.
Asked me once.
What do you wanna be.
When you grow up?

I thought for a second.
And answered back.
Told him I don’t know.
Where I stand.

For the first time.
I’ve finally realized.
That I don’t know what I want to be.

Sure, I’ve still got time.
But I’ve gotta start thinking from this moment, right?
Otherwise, I’d end up being a sleaze.

This is not love.
This is my career.
I think I’ve been wrong.
All these years.

Wish someone.
Could point out the right way.
‘Cause I’m dying.
Of my lonely days