"Look into the mirror, appalled at what I see
No way, no how, this person could not be me
I've spent 18 years, 18 years of doing what?
18 years and I'm still stuck in the same old rut

Nothing to show, my life has been a waste
18 years and counting and I'm trying to find my place

Maybe tomorrow I tell myself that things will change
But they never do, no, I wake up and it's all the same
I see my life pass me by and I don't know what to do
I see my life pass me by once again it looks like I'm screwed

Nothing to show, my life has been a waste
18 years and counting and I'm trying to find my place

Why must everything I do feel like such a waste?
Why do I hear the doors of opportunity slamming in my face?
Why is it when I think I'm through I'm really just at the start?
I feel discouraged and confused, it tears me apart

Nothing to show, my life has been a waste
18 years and counting and I'm trying to find my place"