My mouth tastes like soap I must have washed it out the night before And my food has gone cold Cuz I won't leave my room And all I can do is just sit here and wish If I'd done some things different then I would be missed But I chose the wrong people, I should've had some more faith in me Maybe then I'd feel less like my days are just blurred into weeks I'm sorry mum I'm trying I'd change my t-shirt if I could I hate to see you like this But my voice has turned to rotting wood I guess my eyes grew tired as I grew up No one told me that living this long would be hard And I'm working to keep myself floating above but sometimes I'll fall under Sorry it's not enough And I wish I could promise I'm making it through I'm working as hard as I can back to you From every word I can't get out To the clothes on the floor of my room I'm making my way back to you I'm making my way back to you I'm making my way back to you I'm making my way back to you I'll make my way back to you