Mama tried

I sold my soul to the devil

I never fit the mold

A young rebel

Future is bleak

For this black sheep

Left out for the wolves to eat

I'm a product of my mistakes

Try to run from my past

But I could never escape

I turn and I face the music

And leave the rest up to fate

There are things I left behind

And lived to fight another day

I cut some ties, I lost some friends

Made enemies along the way

I walked a line, I changed my mind

I didn't like how the game was played

So crucify my if you will

For all the choices I have made