How I'm Doing Now

Took a little vacation from those years of desperation
Guess I built a reputation of being the stoic guy
If that's not me, then who am I?
I'm tired of being last resort
I'm tired of always getting my feelings, fucking ignored
So I let those feelings die
Might spread my wings and fly
I'm sorry if I can't say I like you
I'm doing my best to try
I guess I need some mending
Might end up reckless spending
They say that money can't buy you happiness
But it could buy me some yesmen
It could buy me a friend
Who'd stick around till the end
Used to want love, now I want drugs
Used to hate drugs, now I hate love
I guess I gave up
Guess I gave up
I might pop a pillie and get high as a kite
I might up the dosage and meet my father tonight
I've grown a little number over years that we cried
I've grown a little number cause I fail when I try, yeah
When I try, yeah
When I try, yeah

Don't ask me how I'm doing now
Don't ask me how I'm doing now
Don't ask me how I'm doing now
Don't want your sympathy when you were never there for me
Don't ask me how I'm doing now
Sometimes I wonder if you ever really cared for me, cause

Lately I've been upset, so please don't leave me on read
Father I'm trying to stretch my hands, but I got blisters in them
I don't feel safe in my skin, the line between us used to be thin
I came, face to face with my fears and turned my demons into my peers, but
All the people around me yet I still feel all alone
Tired of waking up in the morning and going straight to my damn phone
You could spend all your time, looking at yourself in the mirror
You could take a hundred photographs but I'll still be out of the picture, oh
Still be out of the picture, oh
Still be out of the picture, oh



Credits
Writer(s): John Lenard Derby
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