I remember blowing trees like there was no tomorrow.
Looking back on the past makes my soul feel hollow.
What will follow isn't my request, I take like it is.
All the problems that I'm stuck with now, revalidate my biz.
I'm convinced that this is not the end, there's more for me to do.
Misconstrued my words they often are, so now they owe me dues.
Living through the drama makes me search for more than better days.
I can't help but keep on pushing on, and dreaming that you'll stay.
It's okay I give it willingly, no more my stubborn ways, it's okay I'll do it anyways,
so hard to walk away.
I must atone for all my actions now, the devil wants his fool.
As I sit and wait for death to come I remember what was true.
In the end we all must validate and pay for all we do.
This is something we can't turn away we have to stay choose.