These days things are complex,
No clothes, no food, no dad and no rest,
Too often my worries are my only comfort,
My house is too empty, pain is too friendly, love loves to hurt.
These days I don’t wanna be me,
Don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna feel, don’t wanna breathe,
There’s too many people with far better lives,
That wouldn’t dare cry if I laid down and shut my eyes tight.
These days I’ve gotten over my past,
People do wrong and they live with that,
Life is too long and heaven too close,
To let others dictate the scent of my rose.