I don’t like what’s going on.

Sometimes I ask myself what is wrong,
In the past you used to be so strong,
But now, all you do is bleeding,

Sometimes I ask myself what’s going on,
Sometimes I ask myself where did I go wrong,
And I realize that I don’t know.

When they knocked you down, you used to stand up and fight back,
Nowadays it’s that fighting spirit that you lack,
So I ask myself why do you see everything so black?

Is it that the world is changing and you feel left behind?
Is it that he people are changing and you feel left aside?
Is it that the present isn’t what you hoped for?

If I could turn back time I’d do things differently,
If I could fix the mistakes I made
I immediately would.