Times have change and so have I, for better or worse I can't decide The boy I was is not the man I became; the question is who's to blame? As I've grown, I've lost my fire Apathetic without desire Am I happy, with who I am? Or am I lost, without a plan? I see nothing but heartache Inspired only by greed And I am no exception Ignoring those who need Do we really love? Do we really try? Or is it self-righteous living, nothing but empty lies? Am I happy, with who I am? Or am I lost, without a plan? We are a plague, self-destructive, in our own ways