Like the Pants!

Why does it seem that I say what I say and not what I mean?
Why is it this way? Everything good in my life eventually will go away
Well it's probably the way that I used to be
I'm getting better gradually
All around me I can see
There's people living happily
But there's much more that we can be
I want to build community
And sitting stagnant on my couch won't help me or society evolve
I thought about it all the way home
That getting better is a process
And I'm a moving part
The only goal in life, ya know, is not to end up where you start
I know i've fucked some shit up
Vow to never hurt again
And my moving parts are my attempts to try to make amends