All the damage that was done, I did to myself alone.
Met people with different beliefs and personalities so I can finally find peace and build a plantation, something similar to what you call a home.
Visualized an established pathway from fools and had my first obsession with soul when I heard Allen Stone.
Endured a vibrant tune that rushed through my bones.
Felt no sympathy for a coward that abandoned me as a child and felt no pain.
The only sorrow that I had was for the kids who couldn’t play outside because it rained.
I went from feeling immortal to being sane having my priorities and morals straight because I was trained.
Unfortunately with all that good effort I still made mistakes.
To live in a world where the better quantity after giving is when you take.
The only difference from a firm handshake is a fake.
The greatest lessons learned from disloyalty is how to read faces.
They sneer when they stare sometimes makes you lose concentration.
In order to enliven the outcome you have to deal with the situation.
So the answer to the question is?
Everything that was done, I did to myself alone.
An opportunity, choice, and a sin. Some is here, but most are gone.
My best days in life was when I loved, but it was discovered through hate.
Despite all the things I feared. I still felt safe.