I'm divided on whether I should care anymore, Cause I don't think that my lungs can take in this air for much longer I'm too young to be this broken, I'm too young to feel like I've wasted my days away, I keep wasting away
I'm getting older and this weight on my shoulders is starting to give I'm taking steps that I know aren't forward, alone cause I'm stubborn But I keep wasting my days away,
I miss waking up with a clear grasp on everything, I miss the kid that wouldn't let shit stand in his way And it took so long, and I know why I'm closer to the end then I am to the start So carry me