Hopscotch

I paid the price for my mistakes, you don't know how much it cost
I may have scars, wounds, bruises and bloody clothes 
But i made it through the Muddy roads 
And I won because just Like in Hopscotch l was thinking outside of the box

I've been knocked down many times, but I got up each time
They say shoot for the stars, well I'm going to reach mine
You can only move forward once you understand what you have to leave behind 
Two fingers up to everyone who doubted me and it's not a peace sign 

Depression started a fight not knowing My right hand also has a strong connect
I found my way even when I took a few wrong steps 
There is always another way around 
There just isn't a way to get me to stay down

Those hoping for my Downfall, how long have you ever seen me down for? 
Put it this way, while you're Celebrating round 3, I'll be back up to win round four
You lost your mind thinking you could beat me, but you found the floor
I've seen some people get so cocky that they begin to sound insecure 

I've had depression beat me down until I feel empty 
That's when I look in the mirror and realise I'm still sexy
I'm so out of my mind that the worlds best therapist couldn't mend my sanity
I just hope i out live all of my enemies, but i hope i get out lived by my friends and family 

I paid the price for my mistakes, you don't know how much it cost 
I gained scars, wounds, bruises and bloody clothes 
But I carried on and made it through the Muddy roads 
Because I'm always thinking outside of the box like a game of Hopscotch
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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