What would it mean to live a life that wasn't like this?
(That's the question)
Look at a picture of my father and I look just like him
(That's what I'm asking)
To think about my home and not just feel the sting
Of a history that's brewed in a soul
What would it mean to live a life that wasn't like this?
When I was five, what was happening in my life?
And who's to pry, when everyone's talking
Stands up and no-one's crying, now I weep
For every shit, what was happening in my life?
And now I know, I was happy then, happy just helping my folks survive
But in my sight, my sight, my sight
Oh, what's happening?
Every day to feel your grave
Oh, what's happening?
Every day to see your pride
Oh what's happening?
Everyday that I was insane
When I think about it
You should pay for what you did
But I really can't commit to the
Living with the stress
Character
And you have a baby
And you seem to be too busy
Maybe
When I think about it
It's like there's just this weight down on my chest
And it's like there's no air
No air, no air
Were wanted every day
And I wait
For snow
Been waiting for you to sow my fate to shore
You gotta show me
That I wasn't in any pain and my plans were flawed
Air, no air, no air
Were wanted every day
And I wait
For snow
Been waiting for you to sow my fate to shore
You gotta show me
That I wasn't in any pain and my plans were flawed

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