Sentenced served, you’ve done your time living one hell of a life
What a hell of a lie, not one friend you made cared to stay alive
How’d you last so long without having to belong?
Was it a song of false assurance to keep you from boring yourself?
Growing old is just a way of saying how I’m losing control
This mind can’t hold a candle to all these thoughts I thought I could handle
And I’ll stand reluctant as they sign me in to an eternal hell of assisted living
Empty my accounts until there’s no trace of cash and I’ll spend my days killing time
And losing strength in my hands at Hoffman Manor
I gave up everything that I had to spend my whole damn life feeling sad
Regardless, I lifted up both sides of your cheeks to put a smile on that face
And you’ll never know how it buried me
Just keep it all up inside, find a place for it to hide
You’ve gotta keep it all up inside, find a place for it to hide