I'm not that special.

I'm not that special,

and I don't have to be.

I don't have to be

breaking my back, trying

to prove that I am worthy, trying

to impress you, or worse, me.

trying to find

the meaning of existence

just so, I would know,

I do fit in it.

Just so, I would know,

what part do I play,

and on which set

just so, I would FOR ONCE

know, that I'm doing this right

LIKE PLASTIC or PAPER,

it could mean everything

and nothing;

anything we make it to be.

I could

be a part of the system,

or apart from the system, or

the runnin whole

goddamn thing

I'm not that special.