Sweetness Gone Sour
I'm back I guess I couldn't stay away.
I seem to be normal in perfectly good health
No one can see the turmoil inside
I have nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
I see a picture of myself in my younger days
My memories have fled in a hurried haze
And I'm left looking at that constant reminder
I wonder where that girl is but I can't find her
I can see dreams, ambitions and hope in her eyes
But in my mirror I see sadness, rejection and lies
Because as you grow older you're not sheltered from the truth
You're not given doubts and you have to pay for a roof
I remember those days pessimism did not exist
And now I stare down at my bleeding wrists
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