So shook up. Many a thing I've seen but never seen a thing so messed up as someone in need and I stutter, I can't get up. Reminds me how you would like to sing But don't for fear of them blue notes. Should have gone through it, should have been a roman. Oh how I know it...
See the cuts on my hands? They hurt from working. Will I ever be deserving? Oh, help my eyes to see and not feel so underrated. I don't want to be one of those That stares at all the questions while the open doors they close. I just want to get out there. So with a humble heart, teach me some lessons. Show me to do my part in the place you have me standing. As I meet with humility, is it the injustices or pride that's killing me?
And I just hope and I pray that you change..." data-size="small" data-dnt="true">
So stare and see that this is me, and I will be just what I need to believe That something is what I'm gonna be And what you do is what you do and what I do needs to be true The things I do maybe need to be thought through But just remember what's right for me, might be not right for you
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