What is There Left to Do?

Through all of this confusion I try to find solutions,
There is no substitute for the truth when,
I feel destitute after paying endless dues,
I renew my gratitude and pursue a new attitude,
They say a grateful addict won't use.
You may label me if you want to,
But when I drop this costume and move on,
I will remember you viewed me as a pawn
You called me a lost cause,
When I needed love most of all where were you?
But who am I to judge what I put you through
I made a mess like the west did to Mogadishu,
Give me a judicial review well equipped with tissues,
As I move on I know that I won't miss these issues,
So now I am making do,
Moved to Kalamazoo,
Bought some new shoes
And got a new view,
Stay true and try to remain humble,
So I don't screw up the next beautiful thing that walks into my life.