I was the rational one.
I was always cool and calm.
I helped people; never asked for help myself.
Somebody help me now.
Jaded lives have no variety.
Jaded people and jaded thoughts inside of me.
I've become what I hated to be.
When reality sits you down to talk,
You realize that it doesn't have many pretty things to say.
It might even slap you in the face and tell you to pray
For a miracle—
Because you're screwed up—
And there's no way
To live out your days
And not think that once you were different.