The Life You Leave Behind
Every time I was pushed outside the circle I said, "Well now I have a better point of view" They used to jump through the hoops I used to crawl under Got left behind cleaning the mud off my boots I used to believe God saves his sweetest conspiracies for his favorites I ended up starving for attention by being everybody's friend But in reality I was just a tabloid always a day too old on the news Got over wrung out and was left to dry out wrinkled and over used Over time I fed on the sadness of my friends To everything in the world, I could relate Sorrow, misery, nothing and everything In a single year, I had a taste Frightened yet lonely, I sought my own company And built a castle out of the clouds in my head Imperfections polished and armor tarnished Suddenly I stopped being myself As I look back on how far I have come The bruises have blossomed into violets Even though I am three steps ahead of it I can still feel that fire burning I was held ...