I wish that I had something to be more proud of
I wish that I could raise my voice a little louder
And stand up straight, like the people I hate
And stand up tall, but I am laying down empty as a hall

Because lately, I've been bent over
Like blades of grass

Bent over at the knees, like blades of grass
Blowed over by a gentle breeze, like blades of grass
Mowed over by an old machine, like blades of grass

I'm weak minded, I always knew, I nevеr doubted
So I look to her, I look to you to get mе out
And live life straight, even if for a day
And stand up tall, but I am staring out blankly as a wall

Because lately, I've been bent over
Like blades of grass

Bent over at the knees, like blades of grass
Blowed over by a gentle breeze, like blades of grass
Mowed over by an old machine, like blades of grass

Like blades of grass
Like blades of grass
Like blades of grass