| What am I thinking, I don’t know
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| But it won’t let me go
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| Well I feel it’s been too long
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| Since I stood here, this fire burning in my bones
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| I’ve been listening to the answer
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| My life panned out before I get the chance to shine
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| And the chance in mine
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| And the door closed before me
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| And my head hits the wood and wonders why it’s closed
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| Is this not my path?
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| But I’ll reap what I sow
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| At least I took the chance
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| Yeah I’ll reap what I sow
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| I’m not sorry I took the chance, no no
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| I’ve been cursed out from under
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| My safe house, my comfort zone, my wishing well
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| Sitting round for faith to call
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| Well I’ve buried within my head, my face
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| My insecure and my skin, my scared of doing wrong
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| But that’s not my fault
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| Watch me from now on, get out of my way
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| My steps, my running shoes gonna run you down
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| Gonna rise, not fall
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| And I’ll reap what I sow
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| At least I took the chance
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| Yeah I’ll reap what I sow
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| I’m not sorry I took the chance, no no
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| But I’ll reap what I sow
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| At least I took the chance
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| Yeah I’ll reap what I sow
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| I’m not sorry I took the chance, no no |