Death n' Taxes

The world doesn't owe me anything I didn't ask to be born I know that sounds dramatic, but hear me out while I perform What does it all mean anyway? When the fabric of life gets torn None of it matters anyway We only special to some family and friends Some of us lucky to connect with some fans Some of us cherish all the moments we can Most of us hide in the fear of a plan (what does it all mean anyway?) That's just the conflict of being a man Time is irrelevant, the truth is a sham Intuition is the guiding of hands It's all relative to who understands (the world doesn't owe me anything) The world doesn't owe me anything The world doesn't owe me anything The world doesn't owe me anything I didn't ask to be born I know that sounds dramatic, but hear me out while I perform What does it all mean anyway? When the fabric of life gets torn None of it matters anyway 'Cause it all gets lost in the storm The world doesn't owe me anything