I won't be legend. I'll be left behind.

I'll fade away like the greyness of the sky.

I'll no longer have a flash in presence, rather only a reminder in history.

When I look back at everything, I wonder, will anyone ever miss me?

I was never perfect. I made mistakes. Once. Maybe twice.

I lied, A couple of hundred times.

My conciousness will be here, But my screams will never be heard.

I'll be like that dying bird. I left in the streets as it screamed to be saved.

"Don't leave me alone." I yell day by day.

But no one ever stops to by the way.

They all return to their lives. 

The way they were always living.

Now I see things things I never thought I'd be seeing.

Now, I am truly alone. 

A shadow in the darkness we call time.

Something that I no longer have.

Now I am signed, hopeless.

I can't truly say I'm homeless.

The darkness of the walls now became my home.

A home I took no comfort in choosing. But it was never my choice.

I lived the way I died. And died the way I lived.

Made as much money as I can.

And always stayed on that new brand.

I was hustling back then.

I remember ever bit of change, I spent on those gold chains.

What's the use of them now?

My soul has no use for them. But now, I don't care for them somehow.

I was addicted to the world. Mesmerized by the worst things in it.

But then life stopped, along with me in it.

Only then hadf I saw my faults. And treacherous crimes.

I was evil hearted and dark souled, and now I have to do the time.

I wish I re-write my wrongs.

I wished I hadn't mocked the strong.

I wished, I didn't die.

At least not like this.

But a better way, 

In the deepest of my thoughts I wanted to die a legend.

But all the choices I made...

I won't be legend. I'll be left behind.

I'll fade away like the greyness of the sky.

I'll no longer have a flash in presence, rather only a reminder in history.