When did I start to feel this way? I wish I had cherished my time before I began aging
Feels like I'm living by mistake, I don't recall choosing this fate
So many nights I lie awake, confronting my endless collection of dissatisfactions
How many hours will it take before they can wither away?

“You're not alone!”
But in the cold they never know where I go

And so I guess I'll survive, cause I know the hardest part was never losing hope, but rather letting go
And now I search far and wide, to find those who truly know if there is any hope, far from a swinging rope

“Wait right here.” That's what they told me. “It gets better.” (x2)

It won't heal
And that's the irony
They're always trying to stitch me up
Been wrong all along

It's not real
I know it helps you sleep
But your karma won't fill my cup
Nor yours when I'm gone