Indeed I conquered from my foolishness
Though tragic times were trying to overcome me
I pulled so hard like fighting a ghost
I admitted to being called a fool
To only who considered me a jerk

They saw me bursting from my efforts
Well I pictured everything perfect
I stood strong like an old dry tree
Only my weaknesses were glinting in their pupils
But blind to my potential

After all the names I was called
The sweetness of my fruits came out of the blue
I called everything hidden sharp weapons