the old me

I walked a road paved in powder and fire,

Chasin’ white lines to feed my own desire.

Nights blurred in neon, a liquid-stained choir,

Every heartbeat a gamble, my soul on a wire.

Hands shook from the thrill, eyes bloodshot red,

Every kiss a memory, every bed a thread.

No thought for the homes where love had bled,

Just a whisper of conscience that I left unsaid.

“Lost… lost… lost…”

Pills like candy, stacked high on the shelf,

Tradin’ my body, my pride, for a taste of myself.

Every girl a new story, a shadowed wealth,

Yet emptiness gnawed in the corners of health.

Meth nights spun longer than the sun would allow,

Eyes wide and wild, heartbeat on the prowl.

Stayed awake till my demons took a bow,

But darkness don’t sleep, it just waits to endow.

I thought I was free when I was chained to the thrill,

Every vice a master, every craving a kill.

The old me danced on the edge of the night,

Burned through life in a blaze of spite.

Every sin a fire, every pleasure a fight,

Lost in the shadows, far from the light.

Yeah, the old me cried but no one could hear,

Drowned in my demons, swallowed by fear.

And the choir whispers soft in the darkened sphere—

“lost… lost… lost…”

I broke the vows that weren’t mine to break,

Left shattered hearts in the wake of my stake.

Pleasure was poison, every move a mistake,

Yet I chased the high as the world did quake.

Thought of ending it all in quiet despair,

Dark thoughts lingered like smoke in the air.

Every mirror reflected a man unaware,

Yet the fight kept breathing, still tethered somewhere.

Sundown brought cravings that never would cease,

Hands shook from need, but my mind found no peace.

Cigarettes burned slow, a temporary release,

And the flower whispered lies that would never decrease.

Days ran together like a deck stacked with pain,

Pleasure was fleeting, regret was the chain.

Still I rose, still I carried the strain,

The old me a shadow I could never contain.

I ain’t proud of the roads I chose,

Lost in the night where the cold wind blows.

If redemption exists, I pray it knows,

The old me fights still, but the new man grows.

The old me danced on the edge of the night,

Burned through life in a blaze of spite.

Every sin a fire, every pleasure a fight,

Lost in the shadows, far from the light.

Yeah, the old me cried but no one could hear,

Drowned in my demons, swallowed by fear.

And the choir whispers soft in the darkened sphere—

“lost… lost… lost…”

The old me whispers, tries to pull me near,

But I’ve got new eyes, and I see it clear.

Every demon that haunted, every shadow of fear,

I push ‘em back step by step, year by year.

Smoke still curls in the corners of my day,

Flower tempts soft like it wants me to sway,

But I fight every craving, don’t let it stay,

The chains of my past slowly fade away.

“Step back… step back…”

I walk a road lit by a higher hand,

Searching for Father God across this land.

Every prayer a hammer, every tear a stand,

Building a man stronger than the old man planned.

Dark thoughts still knock, try to steal my night,

But I’ve learned the sky isn’t swallowed by fright.

Faith in my chest like a fire alight,

Every battle I win turns wrong into right.

The old me fights in the mirror’s gaze,

But the new man rises, burning through haze.

This is the awakening, the soul reborn,

Fighting back demons, weathering the storm.

Every shadow I face, every past I mourn,

Turns to lessons, to strength, to grace newly worn.

Yeah, I stumble, I fall, but I rise again,

Father God whispers, healing my pain.

And the choir lifts me higher than sin—

“Rise… rise… rise… and fight within.”

I trace the steps where I once lost my way,

Turned nights of despair into light of day.

Every habit I shed, every vice I slay,

Puts me closer to truth where the Spirit stays.

The old me screams from the ashes behind,

But I answer with faith, a new peace of mind.

Each step I take leaves the past confined,

And the choir sings softly, “Redemption you’ll find.”

Cigarettes tempt like old friends at the bar,

Flower whispers like it knows every scar.

But I’m stronger than the nights that tried to mar,

I’m reaching for Heaven, I’m raising the par.

The demons retreat as I kneel and pray,

Father God guides me, turns night into day.

Every struggle I face is a spark in the fray,

And the choir swells loudly, showing me the way.

“Back… back… demons back… back…

I ain’t blind to the past, it carved my soul,

Every vice a teacher, every loss a toll.

Each layer of darkness pushed back within,

Every wound turns to strength, every scar to skin.

Father God shows me the path to mend,

Every fall I took, every corner I bend.

The old me fades, but the battle won’t end,

I rise, I fight, and my heart will defend.

This is the awakening, the soul reborn,

Fighting back demons, weathering the storm.

Every shadow I face, every past I mourn,

Turns to lessons, to strength, to grace newly worn.

Yeah, I stumble, I fall, but I rise again,

Father God whispers, healing my pain.

And the choir lifts me higher than sin—

“Rise… rise… rise… and fight within.”

Step back, demons, I’m takin’ my place,

I walk in the light of Father’s grace.

The old me behind, the new man I face,

Each breath a victory, each heartbeat a chase.