Saturday, I was in
No one ever made it through the years
I grew up in the west
Casting doubt on all the openness in the spread
Always looking down into the ground where there's death
Everything falls down and lays to rest in the end
Last year day it was good
Making all a fuss about understood
Then I turned into wood
Rigid as a stool, met my fate as a fool
Nothing stays the same, but that's okay
We forget
I was like a rock that never changed, an idiot
You don't want to know what it's like
To be so upset-ly disturbed as me
No, you don't want to know what it's like
To be so upset-ly disturbed as me
But that's alright
Nothing stays the same, but that's alright
Nothing stays the same, but that's alright
No, I don't want to know what it's like
No, I don't want to know what it's like
Nothing stays the same, but that's okay
We forget
