Born to be a soldier.

In the warm sheets I've stayed too long laying in, I don't know what to do, I had inspiration back then, How about now too? But I needed someone to understand, That I wasn't exactly lazy or uninterested, I was just trying to figure it out, I've been labouring all my time spent. I know I was young and supposed to enjoy my youth, But no, I was raised to be a slave, I have been brainwashed too much, I never thought they'd appreciate. They never planned my future, Just making them look cool, This isn't hate, it's something true, I'm just a fool. I understood that I had to raise myself, I reached myself not to worry, It's me, why would I not have belief? I passed all of these pain, why now be sorry?