I nod and smile convincingly
Pretty sure I got so used to pretending
That I lost sight of me.
Everybody says I need to slow down, let go, take it easy
But I can't because I don't know any other way to be
This I am certain, this I know
Nothing is ever good enough for me
It's in my heart, the blood pumping in my veins, it's in my very soul
I don't have a choice, I don't have control.
I learn most things the hard way
Father Time always makes you pay
You can't change the ending just because you don't like it—Karma would say.
But what shall I do? Why is life any different today?