I've been fighting all my demons but I know I can't control that
Feel some type of way then it goes bad
I know it'll be better in time memories go back
Think of all the good times that we had
Think of all times that I was glad
Why didn't I appreciate that
I was happy and I took advantage of that
Trying to be happy but I feel like it's an act
Trying to find myself I get lost in the rap
I get lost in the act of being myself don't know where I am at
And I know
You won't let go
Of me you got a hold
Now I'm laying here growing old
Time goes by fit the mold
That I thought you'd love me to be
Now I see
That you never loved me