As I'm looking through these pages, re-reading my old statements There's something in every word I write That always takes me back to when I was sixteen A kid that's dreaming of a life I still don't have Is there something more for me than every day Stuck on repeat in a job that doesn't make me happy Have I been pushing pen to paper instead of catching up on sleep? I'm overthinking every word that I write down (that I write down) Am I outdated? Fresh ink fading Like a name etched in the concrete of our neighbourhood That I can't read anymore These days I don't feel anything except the emptiness inside of my chest I keep reasoning with that voice inside of my head That said you're taking too long, get a grip before it's gone Have I been pushing pen to paper instead of catching up on sleep? I'm overthinking every word that I write down (that I write down) Am I outdated? Fresh ink fading like a name etched in the concrete of our neighbourhood, that I can't read anymore Have I been chasing a lie? I can't decide if my choices are right Have I been wasting my time Am I wasting my time I can't decide but I'll keep an open mind Have I been pushing pen to paper instead of catching up on sleep? I'm overthinking every word that I write down (that I write down) Am I outdated? Fresh ink fading Like a name etched in the concrete of our neighbourhood That I can't read anymore