Red Like Roses

As I've grown up
And gone through this jungle
I've gone through a lot
Of changes in my life
And my personality
Was it for the better?
To be honest with you
I have no fucking clue
But I thought I'd talk about it

The cartridge, it don't
Work no more, I think i've lost it,
Maybe it'll work if I
Blow the dust off it
Through the jungle,
I done changed my ways,
But was it all for the fuckin better?
Who can say
I miss all the energy and passion
I had through,
I had the whole world
At the bottom of my fuckin shoe
The little bubble I was in
Was all I could see,
Then the real world came and
Slapped some sense into me
And now I'm just a jaded old man,
Waiting on my demise,
Always got crust in my eyes
But maybe it's good that
The bastard's here to stay,
My old optimism always
Pushed them away
But is that a fair trade
For my happiness?
Should I just be content
With that loneliness?
Or the fact that the things
That made me smile are
Just pedals that grow
And die and be nothing worthwhile?
Should I look through glasses
That be tinted red like roses?
Go back to thinking
We the change,
And god chose us?
Or maybe we're just runoffs
In this book of life,
No direction or meaning
To all of this strife
Are we in the shadows?
Or do we disrupt?
I don't know
Maybe i'm just growing up

When you're a kid
Your world is a lot smaller
You know?
You're naturally more optimistic
You don't have the capacity
To deal with all this shit
Mentally
You don't go through that jungle
But as I've grown up
I think I've lost a lot of optimism
You know?
Your mind can do a lot
Of shit to you
You know?
How can I be myself
If I don't know what to be