I'm sorry that I'm not quite being myself
I started off like me and ended up someone else
I'm sorry that I never really work on myself
It's not that I don't try, just sometimes, well nothing helps
And how much time do we really have
To count our steps before the motion sets itself
And what do you forget when you go to bed?
So few things make it worth the hell of being a person
Cause we are alone, but time makes it okay
We've stolen our homes, but would still like to be saved
So where is our hope? Or when do we get paid?
Cause I've been so broke