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I Used To

i used to be a bad kid
a very bad one
and i'm quite good at it
i grew to become a monster
and i blame it all on my rough childhood

i thought that was what life is about
power
anger
but one day i had enough
and i tried to be better

when i was bad
i had friends with benefits
when i became better
i had 'just friends'

as i got into high school
i wanna be better than this
i know i can
and as i try
the more friends i lose
until i became alone

then it hit me
it hit me hard
i can't trust anybody
no one can make me happy
except for myself

i used to walk alone
eat alone
dream alone

and all those loneliness became my best friend
then it brought me to someone
someone who is with me
now and then
it led me to ALLAH

i was on the edge when He found me
He saved me from falling
He loved me unconditionally
and i've been in love ever since

Allah
i used to blame everything for what went wrong
but now that i met You
i'm grateful for everything i went through
for it teaches me to persevere and learn
and for it led me to You

i used to crave for attention
but now that i have You
i know i got all the attention i need

i used to be angry for everything
but now that i know how patient You've been to me
i know i want to try and be just that

i used to love only myself
for i didn't think love exist
but now that i know You
i know Your love is seamless

no matter how i say it
no matter what i do
i know that Your love for me
will always be greater than what i can give You





.i'm trying.
,thank You Dear.
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