It happened so long ago I can barely remember who I was.
When I look in pictures it's hard for me to recall who I'm standing next to.
Did I leave them feeling used? Like so many others.
Mistakes one after another. I knew that I had to change.

I felt the sunrise against my skin. It felt so perfect.
I knew I had to become a better person.
I saw my son's eyes shine into mine.
I knew I had to make amends with my enemies.

I am so sorry for everything I did.
To everyone, that I've ever done wrong to,
I have to live with what I did.

Some of those long nights we had they never seemed to end.
Nothing really to be proud of but at least I had my friends.
Those times were perfect.
I wouldn't trade them for anything.
I could keep on wishing that they were different,
Or realize that this is who I am.

The person I wanted to be.
I will always be a fighter.