Sat inside an empty house
All the lights off, the coffees long gone cold
Can someone come and take me away?
‘cause I can't seem to get a hold of myself
Collecting dust like books up on my shelf
Can someone come and take me away?

So here I am feeling sorry for myself
Writing to make sense of everything I felt
And dealing with the hand I'm dealt
I've always thought there's more to me than meets the eye
So why do I pretend to like a life that I despise?

Everybody said ‘do what makes you happy'
But I've lost sight of what that is and what I could've been
I put my life on hold for nothing
Broke the rules in search of anything
Everybody said 'do what makes you happy'

Maybe I've been away for far too long
Forgotten what it's like to live and belong