| I'm gettin' older, I think I'm agin' well
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| I wish someone had told me I'd be doin' this by myself
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| There's reasons that I'm thankful, there's a lot I'm grateful for
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| But it's different when a stranger's always waitin' at your door
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| Which is ironic 'cause the strangers seem to want me more
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| Than anyone before (Anyone before)
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| Too bad they're usually deranged
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| Last week, I realized I crave pity
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| When I retell a story, I make everything sound worse
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| Can't shake the feeling that I'm just bad at healing
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| And maybe that's the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed
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| Which is ironic because when I wasn't honest
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| I was still bein' ignored (Lyin' for attention, just to get neglection)
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| Now we're estranged
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| Things I once enjoyed
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| Just keep me employed now
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| Things I'm longing for
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| Someday, I'll be bored of
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| It's so weird
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| That we care so much until we don't
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| I'm gettin' older, I've got more on my shoulders
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| But I'm gettin' better at admitting when I'm wrong
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| I'm happier than ever, at least, that's my endeavor
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| To keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure
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| 'Cause, to be honest, I just wish that what I promise
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| Would depend on what I'm given, mm (Not on his permission)
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| (Wasn't my decision) To be abused, mm
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| Things I once enjoyed
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| Just keep me employed now
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| Things I'm longing for, mm
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| Someday, I'll be bored of
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| It's so weird
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| That we care so much until we don't
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| But next week, I hope I'm somewhere laughin'
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| For anybody asking, I promise I'll be fine
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| I've had some trauma, did things I didn't wanna
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| Was too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think it's time |