This place won't change at all
It keeps my shoulders down from standing tall
If chance is all I lack
I'm never coming back
From the bottom
Dear Mom and Dad- are you proud?
True it's been some time since I've seen solid ground
They've made me everything you're not
But here I sit and rot
At the bottom
I lick my wounds once more
Remind me what it is we're fighting for
If peace is all we need
I'll take my hate and greed
To the bottom
What is this that I've found?
I'll give my flesh pound for pound
A house that's made of rock
Won't turn out just how I thought
At the bottom