I really miss the way things used to be.
To think what was going on was misery...
Even though I felt that things were bad and nothing could possibly be worse,
To come here and find that family is were it hurts,
They showed me now that I should have appreciated my old life,
Now I would give anything to be back to what now seems right.
The good times here are always so great
But in my heart there is always some kind of hate.
Although I was depressed way back then,
This is more deep within.
The people around me will never understand
Who I really am
I'm misjudged by everyone
From old to young
Time can only tell what I will become.
