Nothing left to Prove

Everybody's got a story about me.

Funny thing is, most of 'em weren't there.

You drew a picture of a man you never knew,

Took a little piece of gossip, painted every colour blue.

You heard a few old stories, now you think you've got me down,

But you don't know a damn thing 'bout the miles I've travelled round.

You weren't there when the wheels fell off, when the whole thing went to hell,

When I had to pick my pieces up and drag myself uphill.

You never felt the weight I carried, never walked inside my shoes,

So don't stand there preaching, like you've got the right to choose.

I've been kicked around by life itself, had my share of scars,

Learned the truth about the people who don't care who you are.

Some will shake your hand in daylight, stab you in the back by night,

Now I've got a better eye for wrong, and I sleep just fine at night

I ain't got a damn thing left to prove!

I've been through the fire, I've crawled through the rain,

Come out the other side with a little more strength in my veins!

I ain't losing any sleep over your small-town eyes!

I've got my scars, got my pride, got the truth in my soul,

It's my life, my rules, and I'm the one in control!

I've got no time for assholes who keep running their mouths,

All that big talk and finger-pointing, but they never say it out loud.

They'll twist a man's intentions till there's nothing left that's true,

Then sit around congratulating all the damage that they do.

Well, I ain't playing those games anymore, I ain't jumping through your hoops,

I ain't changing who I am to fit your narrow-minded views.

I've made mistakes, I'll own 'em, every lesson left a mark,

But I won't hand you the pen to rewrite my life in the dark.

I've seen hard times, lost good people, watched a few old bridges burn,

Every wrong road that I travelled had a lesson left to learn.

You can judge me from your porch, you can talk behind my back,

But you don't know what it takes to fight your way up from the cracks.

I don't need a room of strangers standing up to cheer my name,

I don't need your damn approval, and I don't need your little game.

I've got people who stand beside me, and that's all I need to know,

You can keep your false opinions — I've got my own damn road

Daddy taught me respect ain't something you demand,

It's earned by what you do, not by the words you say to a man.

I give it when it's deserved, but I won't bow down for show,

I've been through enough to know exactly where I stand and where I'll go.

I ain't got a damn thing left to prove!

I've been through the fire, I've crawled through the rain,

Come out the other side with a little more strength in my veins!

I ain't losing any sleep over your small-town eyes!

I've got my scars, got my pride, got the truth in my soul,

It's my life, my rules, and I'm the one in control

I never said I was perfect.

Never claimed I got it right.

I've got a few regrets that keep me company

When I'm alone at night.

But every choice I've made is mine,

Every scar has got a name.

And I won't spend another minute

Trying to satisfy your blame.

You don't get to wear my shoes.

And if the truth is hard to swallow,

Well, that's your problem, not my blues.

I ain't got a damn thing left to prove!

I've been through the fire, I've crawled through the rain,

Come out the other side, and I ain't going back again!

I ain't losing any sleep over your small-town eyes!

I've got my scars, got my pride, got the truth in my soul,

It's my life, my rules, and I'm the one in control!

I know who I am and that is good enough for me.