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 and turn my back
You’d be surprised how many bridges I’ve burned
In my younger days I’d love and then leave 'em
'Cause 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
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