| In the beginning I could have been loved
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| But instead I was judged
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| In the beginning I could have been loved, but instead I was judged
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| For the man Iv’e become
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| Ran and I run. |
| Laugh and I hug
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| Live under pressure and never give up
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| Huff and I puff but never enough to enter the center of that what I know is
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| holding me down so open me now
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| Dig me a hole and follow me down
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| One for the angle, one for the slide
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| Two for the window, one for the lie
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| Three for the overwhelming and deforming as morning awakes and I open my eyes
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| I hope I survive and I know that I will
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| Cause I grow every time that I focus on dying
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| As long as I make it right over this hill
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| There’ll be more time for me to start climbing
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| Playin' it flat, live on the edge
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| I guess it’s not the end of the world, but I dig that hole
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| Like a miserable criminal stuck in a prison cell
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| It will be difficult finding a window if I can believe in it I am so little,
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| special, full of potential
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| Every petal I pluck, she loves me not
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| Escape |