text: Im gettin older, I think Im agin well
  I wish someone had told me Id be doin this by myself
  Theres reasons that Im thankful, theres a lot Im grateful for
  But its different when a strangers always waitin at your door
  Which is ironic cause the strangers seem to want me more
  Than anyone before 
  Too bad theyre usually deranged
  Last week, I realized I crave pity
  When I retell a story, I make everything sound worse
  Cant shake the feeling that Im just bad at healing
  And maybe thats the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed
  Which is ironic because when I wasnt honest
  I was still bein ignored 
  Now were estranged
  Things I once enjoyed
  Just keep me employed now
  Things Im longing for
  Someday, Ill be bored of
  Its so weird
  That we care so much until we dont
  Im gettin older, Ive got more on my shoulders
  But Im gettin better at admitting when Im wrong
  Im happier than ever, at least, thats my endeavor
  To keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure
  Cause, to be honest, I just wished the word I promised
  Would depend on what Im givin 
   To be abused, mm
  Things I once enjoyed
  Just keep me employed now
  Things Im longing for, mm
  Someday, Ill be bored of
  Its so weird
  That we care so much until we dont
  But next week, I hope Im somewhere laughin
  For anybody asking, I promise Ill be fine
  Ive had some trauma, did things I didnt wanna
  Was too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think its time