Its slipping away
39 years of tripping and drifting
Bumping and grinding.
My brain is bruised,
And my heart is hurt.
I'm not sure who I am.
I've got no roots
No place to call home.
The place that is my home I hate.
I've wasted time,
I want it all back.
How could anyone love me when I don't love myself?
Blah blah blah
Now I've wasted your time too.
I'll be alright
I just have to fight through