is it worth it?

Sorry I ain't called, ain't been the same in a minute

I ain't had enough conviction to claim a sentence

Every call collect, been a victim and played a menace

My victories independent, my pen is never diminished though

Spent some summers alone, it wasn't nothin set in stone

Every flame that I found metaphorically dead and gone

And most of that be cuz I learned that I had read em wrong

I did a lot but I ain't do enough to get em home

And I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry

All the things I had to carry, none of them helped with

Made me stick up for myself when I was stickin through whatever then gon turn around and call ya boy selfish

I ain't ask for help when I was helpless, not when I could help it