When I woke up my vision was still hazy, makes it harder to see the ones who played me
I thank whoever is in charge of fate for the ones who made me, i noticed myself changing
When I woke up from my nightmare, i expected to face stares but the room was bare
life gets tough and loyalty goes scarce, why doesn't anyone care?
When I woke up I noticed some of my closest were really roaches,
hit rock bottom and disappeared like hocus pocus,
When I woke up and made a few changes, friends turn to strangers,
trying to avoid all danger
Now that Im awake i contemplate if i made the right decision, paving a way of wisdom,
will it even make a difference
