Call me a hero, call me good,
what I've done, I'm not proud --
But somehow in the end it's right,
These are all the things I've found.
Call me your friend, call me your helper,
things I've seen, I look for shelter --
But somehow I've found my way,
And here I am, a keeper.
Call me a villain, call me a horror,
much more fitting to my core --
Because, you know, it wasn't for good,
That let clipped wings sore.
Call me your enemy, call me your nightmare,
it's never been, ever at all, fair --
But here I am, with lessons learned,
Some good out of my hatred there.