From This Day On (32)

I’m only an outlaw in my mind. I only rob trains and leave broken hearts in my wake when I’m drivin’ in my car. And I’m only a lover in my head (cause I can’t bring myself to love you the way I want to with my hands or with my heart). 

I’m only a rockstar late at night. I write these songs and I sing’em to myself and I hope and pray that they up and leave/find the door/walk away one day. I’m only free in my past. I kick and scream like I don’t have no choice, but I know deep down inside that I’m still charting my own path...

I feel like far too long I’ve been denyin’ myself... but from this day on I won’t fight what I’ve become. Yeah, I was young and wild--I was cool and bold--and now I’m growin’ old. These years flew by too fast while I was living in the past, but now I’ve found my open road...

I’m always alone in my mind. They say that men are not supposed to live like islands but I will (or at least I will die trying). And I’m always runnin’ in my dreams. I think I’m scared of growin’ old and tired and not usin’ all these gifts I have in me.