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 stranger seemed to want me more than anyone before, than anyone before I bet they're usually deranged Last week I realized I crave pity When I retell the 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 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 promised 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 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