younger days

In my younger days
I was a fighter
In my younger days I felt the fire
things didn't go my way
I’d strike a match, turn my back, you’d be surprised how many bridges I’ve burned
In my younger days
I'd love and leave ‘em
Cuz I was afraid I wouldn’t know how to keep em’
I'd trade my freedom for a steady hand now
But I wouldn't trade the lessons I learned
No, I wouldn't change a thing about my younger days
Looking back I'm glad to see I didn't get my way
in my younger days
What's a legacy
And how do I leave one
For the children I may never have
What's a purpose
tell me why do I need one
taking life as it comes ain't working out too bad
No, I wouldn't change a thing about my younger days
Looking back I'm glad to see I didn't get my way
in my younger days
the agony and ecstasy
the joy and the pain
who I was would be proud to see
the person I became