I´m getting older I think I´m aging well I wish someone had told me
I´d be doing this by myself There´s reasons That I´m thankful There´s a lot I´m grateful for But it´s different When a stranger´s always waiting At your door
Which is ironic ´Cause the strangers seem to Want me more than anyone before (Anyone before) Too bad They´re usually deranged
Last week I realized I crave pity When I retell a story
I make everything sound worse Can´t shake the feeling That I´m just bad at healing And maybe that´s the reason Every sentence sounds rehearsed
Which is ironic Because when I wasn´t honest I was still being ignored (Lying for attention Just to get neglection) Now we´re estranged
Things I once enjoyed Just keep me employed now Things I´m longing for Someday, I´ll be bored of It´s so weird, oh, it´s so weird
That we care so much Until we don´t
I´m getting older I´ve got more on my shoulders But I´m getting better At admitting when I´m wrong
I´m happier than ever At least that´s my endeavor To keep myself together And prioritize my pleasure
´Cause to be honest I just wish that What I promise would depend on What I´m given
(Not on his permission Wasn´t my decision) To be abused
Things I once enjoyed Just keep me employed now Things I´m longing for Someday, I´ll be bored of It´s so weird, so weird Oh, we care so much Until we don´t
Yeah, oh, oh, oh, ooh That we care so much Until we don´t
But next week I hope I´m somewhere laughing
For anybody asking I promise I´ll be fine I´ve had some trauma Did things I didn´t wanna Was too afraid to tell ya But now I think it´s time