I'm not who I said I was I lied I have a bit of a history The Midwest sky calls home to me How do I go back And fix everything? I hope you know that I'm trying to change For the better I know it feels like it keeps getting worse and worse It's getting hard to leave my house For simple things, I do not know how To function when I go out It's simple things, they bring me down I'm not happy ever and it's become a problem I'm never happy and it's becoming a problem I'm not getting any younger And I only have a few more years left Bеfore I give up and quit And move back homе to take care of my parents