I'm not who I said I was
I lied I have a bit of a history
The Midwest sky calls home to me
How do I go back
And fix everything?
I hope you know that
I'm trying to change
For the better

I know it feels like it keeps getting worse and worse
It's getting hard to leave my house
For simple things, I do not know how
To function when I go out
It's simple things, they bring me down

I'm not happy ever and it's become a problem
I'm never happy and it's becoming a problem

I'm not getting any younger
And I only have a few more years left
Bеfore I give up and quit
And move back homе to take care of my parents