Crossroads

I was bad But now I'm good I wanna thank those who could tolerate my bullshit I was sick But now I'm well I wanna hate those who wouldn't help But I get it, we all have our own shit She calls my name in the wind But I can't hear a thing, cause it's so dim I was done But now I'm back in I'll never go there again So lost, without a fragment of hope We live in A realm Both imaginary and imposed It's okay You only have a little control She calls my name in the wind But I can't hear a thing, cause it's so dim I was bad But now I'm good I wanna thank those who could See me Through my bullshit I was sick But now I'm well I wanna hate those who couldn't help But it wouldn't Do anyone Any good