Renaissance Man

I was thinkin' 'bout you the other day babe
How much I looked forward to talkin' to ya each day

You were right when we broke up
I don't appreciate a good woman 

I seem to fall in with the shallow crazies
It comes from one too many beatin's

Too many people tellin' me I was stupid, as a kid
I never would amount to nothing, they said

I don't know when my conscience began to die
For what reason? Well, I can't remember now why

When I was teenage boy I suppose
One day my gaze just went low

No friendships were in the cards for me
Survival was my only thought, to be free

I never respected anyone, nor loved
It was all about me when push came to shove

I ran away and became a warrior at sea
Grew to be hard, deadly, and mean

I went through women from east to west
They served their purpose at best

Some call me now a Renaissance man
That I have grown wise and kind

But I'm really still just that beaten and abused kid
Afraid to trust anyone, just trying to survive
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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