I do not have to explain

Nor participate in a game

This path that I chose

Is not something you would suppose;

 

So here I go

On and on and do

And you won’t change a thing

Even if I choose to sing;

 

There is no pleasant moments in regrets

Just sorrow and grief

And what will come

If I choose to be me;

 

I am not a stepping stone,

Yet some things can be

That are worthy of the time

Even if we choose to look and that is fine;

 

I am not gonna change much of my ways

Except those ways that make me want to regret my days

And if I could go back in time I would make sure they were never done

And so this lesson has been done;