Who I am

For my birthday I was robbed of all but my soul, But sleep comes easy with no guilt in my skull. You did me so wrong thinking you were right, blinded so long you cant see the light. Just my guitar and clothes on my back, Had to turn away and go on down the track. My mother's dying words you stole and then trashed, Yet her teachings are alive and told me to hold fast. In a way you freed me from holding on too long. To trinkets and treasures from those who passed on. It's who I am and who made me The guidance and lessons show through. It's who I am and who made me, That should scare the hell out of you. It's who I am and who made me, Embodying their lessons true. It's who I am and who made me, that should scare the fuck out of you. For my birthday I was robbed of all but my soul, But sleep comes easy with no guilt in my skull. You did me so wrong thinking you were right, blinded so long you cant see the light. Just my guitar and clothes on my back, Had to turn away and go on down the track. My mother's dying words you stole and then trashed, Yet her teachings are alive and told me to hold fast. In a way you freed me from holding on too long. To trinkets and treasures from those who passed on. It's who I am and who made me The guidance and lessons show through. It's who I am and who made me, That should scare the hell out of you. It's who I am and who made me, Embodying their lessons true. It's who I am and who made me, that should scare the fuck out of you. There is nothing left to lose. When you decide to use. What the world cant take away from you.