If I took the time to sit and worry and grieve
About these mistakes that I've made
I wouldn't be sitting here happy and free
I'd be clueless
And I'd be strung out on Jack and cocaine
My heart pounding; My mouth numb
Just like the years I spent by the beach of Venice
I didn't care about my body and soul
And I swore I never wanted to grow
I was dying; Slowly dying
Looking back I don't regret these things I've done
They've only made me stronger
And made me pick up this damn guitar
And start singing
And out of my darkness came this desire
To write my words down on paper
But I still couldn't shake off my burning desire
To get high
I didn't care about my body and soul
And I swore I never wanted to grow
I was dying; Slowly dying
I would roam these empty streets and boulevards
All strung out and feeling tired
I was dying; Slowly dying
Man, it's hard to believe
Man, it's hard to believe
Man, it's hard to believe
Man, it's hard to believe
I didn't care about my body and soul
And I swore I never wanted to grow
I was dying; Slowly dying
I was too lost to figure it out
And time and time I'd lose it and shout
But I'm working, yeah, I'm working on it