I remember my parents used to call me ugly I remember their stare cold and distant How worthless I felt even though I tried My brother would hugged me and craddle in his arms
But as time went by I remember seeing his disappointment How his friendly eyes turned cold He used to tell me my dreams were mere illusions Those were the times when I cried myself to sleep Am I just an extra from God's stage play?
But my dreams were strong I escaped from the prison called home I wondered in the city Chasing my dreams Wondered under the shadows of the night My addictions became my best friends Alcohol and cigarettes everyday
Insecurities piling up like bricks A wall between happiness and myself Every step wavering What would people say? Am I talented or am I just a pretty face?
I was lost but I found my way back A spot of light in my world of darkness People who were my saviours, my friends and encouragement They gave wings to my dreams and hope to my heart
Looking back at the bitter memories I always ask myself Do I regret the path I chose? The answer is clear now No, I don't regret following my dreams
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