Honestly,  It's a battle to be happy  I want to know how people stay so calm  While working for others    Thought about walking out  But how would I pay the bills?  Miserable, just like before  In a new job    And I would love to awake from a dream    The hardest thing is growing older  With the discovery  You'll never be and you never were  Anything to anyone    Thought about reaching out  In the form of a novella  A simple tale of how I've failed  Noting every excuse    And I would love to awake    It was the darkest time that I remember  The way I'd left home, it broke my parents heart  They'd never known  The resent I held for being like them    And I would love to awake from a dream  And I would love to change    It's overstated, "It's too late for you!"