Reverse

I live each night as if it's my last
Mostly because I wish it was
It's too late to make a different past
So I don't reminisce what I didnt have
I just take pride in what I did
Even though I didn't have it
And I don't care where this road ends
I'm the one who chose a different path
I've thrown so much change at the wishing well 
That the water tastes a little coppery
I've had my heart broken, my purpose stolen
I went my way 
And was a victim of highway robbery
The winner of the opposite of the lottery
But instead of letting it bother me
I respond with reverse psychology 
And live this life as if it will not end
And it's shown no signs of stopping me
So until the day it does 
I now promise to you solemnly
That until the dirt's on top of me
Instead of another suicide statistic
I intend to be an anomaly.

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