Why does it seem
That I say what I say
And not what I mean
Why is it this way
Everything good in my life
Eventually will go away
Well it's probably the way
That I used to be
I'm getting better gradually
All around me I can see
There's people living happily
But there's much more that we can be
I want to build community
And sitting stagnant on my couch
Won't help me or society evolve
I thought about it all the way home
That getting better is a process
And I'm a moving part
The only goal in life, ya know
Is not to end up where you start
I know I've f*cked some shit up
Vow to never hurt again
And my moving parts are
My attempts to try to make amends