If you find the old me please don’t return him
I would be ashamed to look at what I used to be
My past accomplishments feel like they were in a past life
My current efforts barely have any life
I hope to find my way back, maybe some day
My life is madness, filled with bullshit, trials, and sadness
The pressure weighed too much for my shoulders to bare
Lost in the failure, analyzing how I got here
I let everyone down and all ambition is lost
A lost cause
From chasing dreams, standing tall
To marrying vices and alcohol
Alone, depressed, there’s nothing left
If you find the old me please don’t return him
I wouldn’t recognize him
Would ask was that really me?
I would be ashamed to look at who I used to be
