Something Got me I'm Growning Older No control And I worry but my self Slowly Loosing Patience Its everything or nothing Started smoking Cause I worry about my health And I can't keep the darkness to myself And I don't wanna be like my mom and my dad but I am The perfect storm of something imature No i don't wanna be like my mom and my dad but I am Yes I am I know you Tell me Need to focus On me Trying to stay on The way i choose to take I don't Know how To focus somehow But its harder When you look at me that way I'm just trying to keep the darkness to myself