I used to smoke cigarettes, breathe that Bad Stale Air.
I used to do a lot of things with no pride and little care.
It’s part of life regardless, been through what I learned.
Those mistakes I don’t dwell on, saw many shadows burned.
It may have looked confusing however please no good to dwell.
There is value in remember but the seeds of shame don’t sell.
Don’t know where I’m going but this life it has been real.
Even when I don’t recall, where I made my way by feel.