I\'ve spent my life in the fast lane and never given it up
Is there a wrong or right time to go off on your own
The chip on my shoulder grew from many things
From the peer pressure of just trying to fit in
To the unforgiving words that she walked into a door again
The scars became a tattoo in the spirit of things we\'d been through
The inner child was gone or so I thought to be true
Time never healed but it most definitely moved on
To become way more than the boy that did what he wants
Learning to walk the path from anothers eyes you\'d wish you\'d not
Finding meaning from all the memories that guided our hearts
Full from every tiny interaction on others parts
Never to truly be alone in each breath until the last
The speed was never important just the knowledge passed
Grateful to be on the stage and joining in with lifes art