When I was 20, I might have felt the same But almost 30, now I know that I'm to blame
Because my ego wrote the story and it believes every line And my little inner child just wants you to hear her cry
Around 11, when I first wanted to die Didn't even have the words for suicide
Guess there should be a trigger warning But if you get me, you know why
Because depression is a bitch, it's friend Anxiety's a lie, a lie
But the truth is I'm still here And there's something still unclear to me
How I could make me better When I've changed just like the weather
Ride the waves and know that I will be alright My story is mine to write
When I was 20, I know I felt the same Now almost 30, I know I'm not to blame
Because my ego wrote the story and I don't believe the lies I'm reparenting my child and she's gonna be just fine
Just fine
But the truth is I'm still here And there's something still unclear to me
How I could make me better When I've changed just like the weather
Ride the waves and know that I will be alright My story is mine to write
Ride the waves and know that I will be alright My story is mine to write