Sherbert Island

I’m not who I said I was, I lied
I have a bit of a history
The midwest sky calls home to me
How do I go back and fix everything?
I hope you know that I’m trying to change
For the better
I know it feels like it keeps getting worse and worse
It’s getting hard to leave my house
For simple things I do not know how to function
When I go out, it’s simple things, they bring me down
I’m not happy ever and it’s becoming a problem
I’m never happy and it’s becoming a problem
Im not getting any younger
And I only have a few more years left
Before I give up and quit
And move back home to take care of my parents