For so many years I held my breath for you Held under what became the ocean Struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor And now, as I reflect on what became my foundation
Who am I to say the grass was ever greener Where my own feet struck the earth? And that the fields, they seem much neater On my own side of the fence And who am I to question why you took the path you took? And who the fuck am I to open this closed? But the pages just keep turning, turning
And my pen just won't run dry But my eyes they won't stop burning And yet you still have no reply
I guess that in a way It had to be like this And I guess that in a way I'm glad it turned out like it did Because I couldn't stand your sight if I ran into you tonight And if you died right now I just don't think I'd have too much to say tonight
And who am I to say the grass was ever greener Where my own feet struck the earth? And that the fields, they seem much neater On my own side of the fence And who am I to question why you took the path you took? And who the fuck am I to open this closed? But the pages just keep turning, turning
If you hear this just forget it If you hear this just forget it
Oh!
[Sample taken from Hot Rod:] "Beating me wouldn't mean anything now, I'm all through" "All I want is to earn your respect How am I meant to do that if you won't fight me? " "Maybe you shoulv'e thought of that Before you sucked at being a man your whole life" "Oh my god, I hate you so much I just wanna smash your face in" "Too late, I'm a dead man... "
Compositores: Christopher Timothy Burt, Ryan Richard Burt, Joel Fletcher C Birch, Troy Jon-colin Brady, Ahren Charles Stringer, Trad M Nathan ECAD: Obra #20915147