SELF PITY IS AN EASY PILL TO SWALLOW BUT HARD TO DIGEST I SWEAR IT'S GETTING THE BEST OF ME THESE DAYS IT'S SAD HOW EASILY I BREAK LIKE A FAIR WEATHER EDGE KID ON HIS TWENTY FIRST BIRTHDAY MAYBE I'M TOO HARD ON MYSELF IT'S EASY TO FALL INTO WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE SOLID GROUND SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME MY BEST DAYS WON'T BE THE ONES THAT I RELIVE IN MY HEAD AND I CAN'T GO BACK AGAIN I'M NOT AS YOUNG AS I ONCE WAS I'M NOT AS OLD AS I'M GONNA BE BUT I CAN'T LET FATE DECIDE WHETHER I HAVE GOOD YEARS AHEAD OF ME WE USED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT WE WANTED FROM LIFE I GUESS YOU FIGURED IT OUT CUZ IM STILL HERE TALKING TO MYSELF IF I HAD KNOWN THAT THREE YEARS DOWN THE ROAD WE'D BE IN THIS MESS YOU CAN BET I'D FIX IT ALL SOMEHOW MY IDEAS OF HOW THINGS OUTTA BE ARE WHAT MESSED ME UP THE MOST