I've thought way to much.
About her and I...if we'd meet again or even fall in love
About the idea of a new space I call my own
Without the support of a mothers hand
The ability to individually grow
Something has changed...
Seems liquor no longer relieves my stress
I no longer worry about the eyes
As only god can view me as my best
Enough with the bluff, tough type of words that are probably fake and temporarily soothing
How can one move forward if they accept the idea of already losing?

Hear me...respect me but not through fear, please!
I want my words to sink into the minds
corrupt them with pure ease
I found out who I am.
I found out where I want to go
I found out things aren't what you truly imagine
You greatest highs were your worst lows.

Ahead of the curve, right?
Is this why my mind is slightly bent?
Of having teachers throwing books at my head without leaving the slightest of a dent
Ambition is priceless
You can't buy a born trait
You can't put strength in a manipulative coward
You can't train a king to become great
You can have belief
Belief in the idea of change
Believe in me, and watch as I slowly start to do the same.