I look at myself and look at the image I became, what you made me
There were so many roads I could of took, but you made me take the wrong path
I kept making more mistakes because you made me
And as all this time I was doing this the image of myself was fading I was becoming something you wanted too me too be, and something that was one of my worse fears, because you made me, and now all I can do is look back and see what happened too me in my past, wishing for it too change hoping everyday will be better than the last, all because you changed me for the worse, but now im growing into my old self and trying too realize what I did, and how too make people believe me all of this because you made me..
