There where many things I didn't know

Now once aigan it's all complicated,
I guess one more time, I've overated,

My last 6 months has been a living hell,
I've seen nothing but an endless amount of problems,
So many times I ran away, stayed in hotels,
sitting by my window, drawing pictures in the condence.

"When I come home again", 
you said
"it would get better"
you wrote,
I so many times read your letters

But still, there's so much stuff going on,
rest my mind, no today, never
"why do everything keeps going wrong",
I thought to myself walking down our lane,
now it's just new problems, wars and more pain,