Times have change and so have i, for better or worse i can't decide. 
The boy i was is not the man i became; the question is who's to blame? 

As i've grown, i've lost my fire; 
apathetic without desire. 

i happy, with who i am? 
Or am i lost, without a plan? 

I see nothing but heartache, 
inspired only by greed, 
and i am no exception, 
ignoring those who need. 

Do we really love? Do we really try? 
Or is it self-righteous living, nothing but empty lies? 

i happy, with who i am? 
Or am i lost, without a plan? 

We are a plague, [bad word]  in our own ways