Better Off

NOW/here

t twenty, life was all planned out.
Did everything they said to do.
Stopped thinking for myself and turned my will over to you.

Ten years later, I was gone.
You’d stolen my identity.
I tried to pick the pieces up, but there was nothing left of me.

Am I lost or am I found?
All I know for sure is I’m not who you said I was.
But can I really say I’m better off now than before?

Yoga and Prozac and shrinks,
Meditation, vodka, tears.
I think I finally found myself, but doubt awakens my fears.

Am I lost or am I found?
All I know for sure is I’m not who I thought I was.
But can I really say I’m better off now than before?
Can I really say I’m better off now than before?

Black & white fade away,
leave you shades of gray.

Am I lost…
Am I lost…
Am I lost…

Am I lost or am I found?
All I know for sure is I’m not who I was before.
But can I really say I’m better off now, in the gray?

Am I lost or am I found?
All I know for sure is I’m not in the shit I was….
But can I say I’m better now?

Can I say I’m better now?
Can I say I’m better now?
Can I say I’m better?