I drag these feet
Along the ground now
And I wish somehow
That you could tell me
Everything's going to be ok
But I'll say
"This is life: it's not alright
It's a fight, we all will lose"
I hear you beg
To disaprove
And everyday
I sit here crying
Thinking "is this it?"
Knowing I'm not lying
And I'd like to think
That you were watching over me...
