I lost my path a while ago
You seemed to walk past it
Keep ignoring the foot
I left in the snow
You won’t get nowhere closer to feeling at home
Could care less bout rumors that are being told
That being said

I sometimes wonder if Grandpa is proud of me
Cause sometimes I’m not proud of me
Why would I be proud of me?

Thought life was hard back then
Nothing is tougher than current events
So, I created my own ‘cause I ain’t know what was hard back then

What inside me made me want it?
Honest
Who I was and told others to be, it’s not what I promisеd
Pardon, Pardon
I used to be who I want and somewhеre I lost it
And I keep looking for him with no map
The right track, I’m off it
And my reception won’t even turn on
Feels like its plotted
Honest
Honest
Honest