Mama tried
I sold my soul to the devil
I never fit the mold
A young rebel
Future is bleak
For this black sheep
Left out for the wolves to eat
I'm a product of my mistakes
Try to run from my past
But I could never escape
I turn and I face the music
And leave the rest up to fate
There are things I left behind
And lived to fight another day
I cut some ties, I lost some friends
Made enemies along the way
I walked a line, I changed my mind
I didn't like how the game was played
So crucify my if you will
For all the choices I have made
