I remember the time you were beaten and bent
while i was blinding my eyes with my hands
my worst fear is to inherit your shoddiness
it's something i've been thinking a lot about
it's something that makes me drink a lot
and it's funny that you keep buying rounds
Now sing to me
the song about me
bout the time i failed
because i'm failing again
as an old friend of mine once said
making excuses is a true act of kindness
now try to explain why you haven't been fair
for once in your life it's all I ask.
Now be kind to me
cause I'm becoming mean
is this the sky or the floor?
will I jump? will I fall
in the same bottomless hole?
Just create something I will recall
change our nothingness into gold
just shape something my children will touch
create something out of nothing
we have to be something
we must to be something