Honestly,
It's a battle to be happy
I want to know how people stay so calm
While working for others
Thought about walking out
But how would I pay the bills?
Miserable, just like before
In a new job
And I would love to awake from a dream
The hardest thing is growing older
With the discovery
You'll never be and you never were
Anything to anyone
Thought about reaching out
In the form of a novella
A simple tale of how I've failed
Noting every excuse
And I would love to awake
It was the darkest time that I remember
The way I'd left home, it broke my parents heart
They'd never known
The resent I held for being like them
And I would love to awake from a dream
And I would love to change
It's overstated, "It's too late for you!"