Underachiever of the Year

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in hand
But I had so many chances to be a better man
Opportunity was pounding down my door
But I was passed out, lying on the floor

I guess I wasn’t meant to be much of anything
I hope like [bad word] that I’m wrong

Cause I’m the underachiever of the year
I could be anywhere else but I’m stuck right here
And as I waste away what’s left of my days
I wonder why I’m even here in the first place

I’m not a picture perfect portrait of success
I’m more like a worn out Polaroid with a lack of focus
But I really [bad word] because I know that I’m to blame
I’ve only got one life but for the life of me I can’t get it right

I guess that I’m supposed to be another nobody
I hope like [bad word] that I’m wrong
And that I find where I belong

I’m hopeless and helpless
I’ll never get through this
I can’t help but feel like I’m out of time
Cause I’m on my own and I’ve got nothing to show
For every chance I’ve blown and every moment I’ve thrown away
Today