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, turn my back
You’d be surprised how many bridges I’ve burned

In my younger days
I'd love and 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
The agony and ecstasy
The joy and the pain
Who I was would be proud to see
The person I became