It's not bad
This is nothing
You can't complain
You'll have to toughen
You've gone soft
With your computers
We did it all by hand
When I was younger

I've seen worse

Your calendar just cleared up
But still you'll find a way to complain
We always warned that this would happen
When you live just for yourself

It's not bad
You're building character
You'll look back one day
With a sense of wonder