Times have change and so have I, for better or worse I can't decide
The boy I was is not the man I became; the question is who's to blame?

As I've grown, I've lost my fire
Apathetic without desire

Am I happy, with who I am?
Or am I lost, without a plan?

I see nothing but heartache
Inspired only by greed
And I am no exception
Ignoring those who need

Do we really love? Do we really try?
Or is it self-righteous living, nothing but empty lies?

Am I happy, with who I am?
Or am I lost, without a plan?

We are a plague, self-destructive, in our own ways