All the bad boys.
All the fake thugs.
All the bad drugs.
All the chances.
All the hopes.
All the dreams.
All the classes.
All the glasses.
All the nights alone.
All the papers.
All the nights wishing.
All the nights wanting.
All the times tossing and turning.
All the beauty.
It's seemed to peek out more lately.
All the love.
The Miami boy.
All the boxes.
All the cars.
All the chances.
All the changes.
Ive seen the sun.
All the sunsets.
All the day dreams.
All the times I wish you could've been mine.
All the relapses.
All the triggers.
All the mistakes.
But this is me.