I'll be 21

Being broken Doesn't always mean That your pieces will meet Maybe some won't fit Or a few are missing But if we take the good And run with it What then? It's been 3 years And I'll be 21 Another year gone Another year done Do I feel any different Now that I'm older? No.. How am I holding up? I'm falling down My heads too heavy With all this doubt I don't understand I don't understand I've never been down this far