Jugde?
Who am I?
Who the fuck do I think I am?
You'll never know,
Because you can't open your eyes to see.
You seem like you know,
Who the fuck I am.
Well enough, I just listen.
Listen to all these stories of who I am.
You seem to know well enough.
Why the fuck should I speak?
Why should I tell you who I really am?
"Where did my daughter go?"
That line has a similar ring.
Do you really want to know?
I'm fucking still here,
Sitting, waiting, hoping, and listening.
Sitting and waiting for a different plan...
Still hoping for childish impossibilities...
Listening for some form of truth.
I'm fucking still here.
But go ahead,
Get rid of what's left of me.
Who the fuck do I think I am?
You'll never know,
Because you can't open your eyes to see.
You seem like you know,
Who the fuck I am.
Well enough, I just listen.
Listen to all these stories of who I am.
You seem to know well enough.
Why the fuck should I speak?
Why should I tell you who I really am?
"Where did my daughter go?"
That line has a similar ring.
Do you really want to know?
I'm fucking still here,
Sitting, waiting, hoping, and listening.
Sitting and waiting for a different plan...
Still hoping for childish impossibilities...
Listening for some form of truth.
I'm fucking still here.
But go ahead,
Get rid of what's left of me.