I'm not the guy you used to know.
So your story goes.
Well maybe so,
but don't think I don't know the pain that comes with growing old.
Cause I can say look at my face.
You can see I'm not the same.
I must refuse to be this thing that I've become.
I have grown up to be what I'd hate when I was young.
And I think back to the time, eighteen years old.
When I felt I had a handle on the world.
Now a dog that's past its day.
State of decay.
See my old friends and I hope they can relate.
And when it gets too much to stand,
that's when I got to buckle down and be a stronger man.
And it seems the more I've changed,
the more I felt I stayed the same, well ain't that strange.
But everything I did, everything I still do,
it's all for the same reasons that I hope are still true.
But mirror can’t you see who’s that looking in on you?
It's not me.
So to all my friends I used to know, don't say I told you so.
Just put your trust in me.
I'll show you who I used to be.
Not just some average guy, who wears a suit and tie.
And you're not the only one who hates what I've become.