Heading towards my right direction
No path we walk through is perfected
Chose one side and saw imperfections
On my own reflection
Took me time but I accept it
Never had to be scripted
So with my own hands
I had to produce it
Trying to become a man
Hoping one day you understand
But you never cared. Giving no dam If I were to drown down a river
You and others caused my world to quiver
Sooner I realize I had to endeavor
Two years of being depressed
A year later it was just stressed
Now Impressed and cleaning what's left
Why should I leave regrets?
Faith is what kept me up
Not a red solo cup
Didn't follow fear to have fun
Had to face them
Proposing my toast, cheers up.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Heading towards my right direction
No path we walk through is perfected
Chose one side and saw imperfections
On my own reflection
Took me time but I accept it
Never had to be scripted
So with my own hands
I had to produce it
Trying to become a man
Hoping one day you understand
But you never cared. Giving no dam If I were to drown down a river
You and others caused my world to quiver
Sooner I realize I had to endeavor
Two years of being depressed
A year later it was just stressed
Now Impressed and cleaning what's left
Why should I leave regrets?
Faith is what kept me up
Not a red solo cup
Didn't follow fear to have fun
Had to face them
Proposing my toast, cheers up.
Years of being depressed, I've finally found the right path to walk in. It might be a hectic path but in the end it will be bliss
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