Standing last man \m/

I walk alone. With my head held high. Never felt that I belonged. Stand my ground at all costs. Running through life with blindfolds. Just for the right - right to be wrong. Seeing clearer what I've done. I'd refuse to let things go. I could never once admit I'm wrong. And what do I have to show? Seeing clearer what's at stake. And the things I have to change. I just hope I can, it's not too late. To get a chance to end this pain. \m/