Hope and Dreams

Well, I'm at the age now where I should have it figured out

Had a story to tell, I forget what it's about

This the real me, the side I don't let people see

But there's a harsh critic and that critic lives in me

That's what it is though, that's just how my story goes

It's written in stone with the sins that need atoned

I'm a danger to myself, yeah, it's in my family tree

If you think you know me, just take a look inside your sleeves

Well, I can write words with my pen, but that pen is losing ink

I just stopped making sense, forgetting who I'm supposed to be

They tell me change it up, all my songs depressing

Think you're sick of it, well, just imagine being me