I still live in this house. I can’t afford the rent. I don’t stay in touch with any of my friends.
I can’t make ends meet though I work most of the time. At extended family events, I just say I’m fine.
There’s no easy way out of this. There’s no easy way out. Hey, what’s that you said about next year? I don’t think it’ll work out.
I look after myself but I can’t stay in shape. Even when I try, it’s too much to take. Sometimes I buy new clothes, but I never look my age. That kind of confidence just can’t be faked.
They say adjust your expectations. Take note of all that you’ve achieved. I can’t help feeling like a failure and I still believe.