Times have change and so have i, for better or worse i can't decide.
The boy i was is not the man i became; the question is who's to blame?
As i've grown, i've lost my fire;
apathetic without desire.
Am i happy, with who i am?
Or am i lost, without a plan?
I see nothing but heartache,
inspired only by greed,
and i am no exception,
ignoring those who need.
Do we really love? Do we really try?
Or is it self-righteous living, nothing but empty lies?
Am i happy, with who i am?
Or am i lost, without a plan?
We are a plague, self-destructive, in our own ways
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