Lost Dog, Pt. 2
Navigating Life's Canine Years: One Armed Joey's Reflections
Lyrics
I stand alone in a room with after thoughts
I find myself in solitude reflecting on past experiences
I just couldn't stand to leave
I couldn't bear to part ways with something or someone
I prefer to be at home and think a lot
I prefer being in a familiar environment, contemplating deeply
And I never get much sleep
My sleep is often disrupted, indicating inner turmoil
But what's happiness to me
Contemplating the concept of happiness in my life
And what's worth the stress, the second-guessing, and anxiety
Questioning the value of stress, doubt, and anxiety in my existence
Give me some scraps or throw me a bone
Expressing a desire for minimal support or acknowledgment
Cause in dog years, I should have been dead years ago
Feeling worn out, as if I've surpassed a typical lifespan
I turn around every time I tend to doubt myself
Turning away from self-doubt, making an effort to overcome it
But what's another year of the same mistakes I've made
Acknowledging repeated mistakes and questioning their impact
I look away every time I ask for help
Avoiding seeking help despite caring and trying
Though I care and I try, I just barely get by
Despite efforts, struggling to meet expectations and just getting by
And I'll never trust myself
Lack of self-trust and confidence in personal decisions
But what's happiness to me
Reflecting again on the concept of happiness in my life
And what's worth the stress, the second-guessing, and anxiety
Questioning the worth of stress, doubt, and anxiety in my existence
Give me some scraps or throw me a bone
Expressing a desire for minimal support or acknowledgment (repeated)
Cause in dog years, I should have been dead years ago
Feeling worn out, as if I've surpassed a typical lifespan (repeated)
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