One thing I've learned in my seventeen years,
Is that a good day may just come out of luck,
Or rather the choices you made.
But where a good day actually comes from,
Is in the heart and soul of a positive indivual.
But a bad day,
Could be from bad luck,
Or a certain person.
But where a bad day really comes from,
Is the bleeding heart within hoping for change.

Can i speak my mind or do i have to pay ?
Can i say what i please or what you want
Memories and regret can huant an indivual
The visual for the future is blurry
Im 16 and i dont want to live life quick in a hurry
Yet people tell me i need to grow up
They say make money live large make sure you remember us
Others say youll be a homeless *** trying to catch the bus
Or youll be making a big batch of drugs
When in reality all i need are hugs because nothing else seems to drive me to success
Am i really blessed to be breathing today ?
Or am i blessed that i have a heart in my chest
Screams in my ear telling me i got to be the best
And when i rest my dreams tell me the same thing with devils