"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"