Led here by struggles, almost defeated, badly wounded
A weak scoundrel I was.
I remain afraid.
No sense of direction to guide me,
and lost I became.
A vision of hope, out of reach, so hard to see.
Determined, I would now try to be.
Life, is a game too hard for the weak.
The greatest challenge of all, to love thyself,
I had to overcome.
Alive is what I feel now.
Fearless I appear, but paranoid I still am.
Happiness, my one true love, all I aspired to be: happy.
Care in the world, I have none.
Care for the world, I have many.
Simple I pretend to be.
Under pressure, the act crumbles, complex I become.
I fret my soul shall forever be misunderstood
but I allow no one close enough to understand.
I fell in love
and the darkness that was once
is no more.