The Interview: I Told You I Was Doing Well

I told you I was doing well, Doing fine, feeling swell, Very much so prepared, what could go wrong? Knowing what to say was only a part of it, Today I’m on top of the world And no one can bring me down from it. Everything was perfect, Or so I thought, My plans were scrutinised, Told that I should be institutionalised, Unfair I thought, but so quick to judge? Inexperienced, I’m told, I will never hold a grudge. I guess you could call it the story of my life, But why am I so mad? I don’t know. But I’m gonna be mad for no damn reason. Maybe the target wasn’t for me? But is that really the point? Failed what I wanted to succeed, Again I failed fucking miserably.