I’m gettin’ older, I think I’m agin’ wellI wish someone had told me I’d be doin’ this by myselfThere’s reasons that I’m thankful, there’s a lot I’m grateful forBut it’s different when a stranger’s always waitin’ at your doorWhich is ironic ’cause the strangers seem to want me moreThan anyone before (Anyone before)Too bad they’re usually derangedLast week, I realized I crave pityWhen I re-tell a story, I make everything sound worseCan’t shake the feeling that I’m just bad at healingAnd maybe that’s the reason every sentence sounds rehearsedWhich is ironic because when I wasn’t honestI was still bein’ ignored (Lyin’ for attention, just to get neglection)Now we’re estrangedThings I once enjoyedJust keep me employed nowThings I’m longing forSomeday, I’ll be bored ofIt’s so weird
That we care so much, until we don’tI’m gettin’ older, I’ve got more on my shouldersBut I’m gettin’ better at admitting when I’m wrongI’m happier than ever, at least, that’s my endeavorTo keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure‘Cause to be honest, I just wished the word I promisedWould depend on what I’m givin’ (Not on his permission)(Wasn’t my decision) To be abused, mmThings I once enjoyedJust keep me employed nowThings I’m longing for, mmSomeday, I’ll be bored ofIt’s so weirdThat we care so much, until we don’tBut next week, I hope I’m somewhere laughin’For anybody asking, I promise I’ll be fineI’ve had some trauma, did things I didn’t wannaWas too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think it’s time