I was a bad kid,
never realized it,
until I did,
only wanted to get a hit,
so I treated everyone like ****,
thought I could handle it,
started out with little bits,
but it evolved into chunks,
so I became a punk,
one day I woke up,
I was locked in a trunk,
looking back I should've been shook up,
instead I thought about hitting up,
my "friends" let me out,
told me I fell asleep,
and couldn't get me in the back seat,
apparently I got in a fight,
can't remember what happened,
wait maybe I might...
he hit me with his left,
I came back with my right,
I broke his nose,
suddenly there were his bros,
surrounding him to make sure he was ok,
but I didn't stay,
this was just one of many,
but I'm not gonna get into any,
people who didn't know me thought I was an angel,
but I was the devil,
I stole and lied to the ones I loved,
my parents called the cops,
and took me to the top,
told me I could go to jail,
not post bail.
gave me a warning,
and called them in the morning,
talked for a little bit,
I felt like ****,
this went on for four years,
now it brings me to tears,
every time I see the ones I hurt,
I wish I could take away their pain,
put it on a train,
tell them its ok,
But the past is the past,
I cant focus on that,
I set my eyes ahead,
thanking God I'm not dead.