This old soul 

I’ve got an old soul I’ve been told that for years 

For the most part I never got along with people younger than me I just couldn’t understand them 

Even people my same age I find it hard to understand 

Don’t get me wrong I’m in touch with my inner child 

And I still do childish shit from time to time just as everyone does whether they mean to or not 

But I’ve never found it easy to connect with people my own age or younger we’re just not at the same place in our lives usually 

Let me tell you this old soul has seen and felt some shit over the years 

I’ve had highs and lows like you wouldn’t believe, I’ve been on top of the world, deeply in love 

I’ve been so deep in the ground, I forgot what it was like to feel anything besides anger, rage, and despair 

I lived so long in those depths that if joy, and happiness was the sun I would have forgotten what it was like to feel it on my skin 

At the ripe young age of 23 when this old soul should have been carefree and raising Cain 

It had been trapped in the depths for so long it had forgotten the sun, and given up 

So, that old soul counted the pills 3 times and downed three handfuls of pills 

Praying Lord let me go to sleep, and take my soul 

I was weary beyond belief and just wanted eternal rest, or torment  

Hell, I didn’t really care which as the saying goes it might not be better but it couldn’t be worse 

But I awoke 24 hours later and called into work because I might have been trying to die 

But this old soul had responsibilities and duties and goddamn if I didn’t let work know I wouldn’t be there 

Didn’t, couldn’t tell them why though because they would have stopped me

I still prayed the lord my soul to take 

This old soul though he didn’t take instead I tasted that first sweet breath of Life  

Though I didn’t realize how sweet it was at the time 

To that old soul at the time, it was just another betrayal by life, another disappointment, another fucking day stuck in this life feeling like shit 

But on the horizon of my despair a dawn was coming and an unknowing hand that reached down and grabbed me out of those trenches I found myself in 

This old soul found joy, and hope, happiness, and pain 

But was forever changed and wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything else 

All this to say I’m nothing special 

Some of you have had it worse than me 

So, if I can make it out of the trenches and forge on so can you