“The Rogue”

((I’ve seen my share of sadness.))

I’ve put all my faith in one concept, one chance
Building it up like a tower of dreams.
I’ve watched that tower crumble and fall.

I’ve seen what Hope does to the soul
As it is wiped from existence by Fate’s changing mind
And how Disappointment blurs the vision,
Distorts reality.

I’ve summoned death
And after seeing His hungry eyes, fled the scene
If only for preservation of my dignity.

((I’ve made my mistakes.))

I’ve walked away from a caring family.
A mother, a father, a sister
Only to find out that independence isn’t as easy as it seems.

I’ve wandered the streets like a rogue, unsure of
My past, my present, my future.
And it was during those times I felt the most liberated.

I’ve lied, stolen, cheated, and snuck my way to where I am now
And between all the people I’ve disappointed.
And all the promises I’ve broken,
I’m certain I’m going to Hell.

But I couldn’t really care less.

There’s something so cathartic about living like a rogue.

((And despite it all, I’ve lived a good life.))

I’ve been hospitalized, sanitized, exorcized,
And called a “psychological enigma” by the best psychiatrist on the East Coast.
And I’m damn proud of it.

My spirit’s been torn, broken, rebuilt, and dragged through mud
And I feel more alive now
Than I ever thought possible.

I’ve looked back on my past and laughed, cried, screamed in frustration,
Wished I could go back and do it all again

Cause I wouldn’t change a damn thing.