Frail from Demo by First Marriage

It's hard to say "I'm happy."
Not that I can't feel happy,
I've just got no control over it, over when or how it happens.
Good times never feel all that real.
It all goes by like that.
There's never a really a chance to digest it.

I guess I'm getting comfortable. Made my rent but yet I'm still unsettled.
I don't know what could be missing. Is there even a void worth filling? Everyone knows just how to "fix me."

Mama wishes I'd give god a chance. My younger self just wants to drop his pants.
I get to feeling lonely sometimes but I'm convinced I can find fulfillment within.
I've seen my growth and can judge my own potential.
That's a quality that I can't say I've had before.

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