I drove nice cars, I got a nice house. But now I'm steady missing you like a strikeout
Cause you know, life is what we make it and a chance is like a picture, it'd be nice if you just take it.
Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in
You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.
I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover