Twenty five and I’ve
Seen and done some things
That I really don’t care to remember
Well, I’ve been
Pushed down, picked up then pushed out
To a place that I really don’t care about
Like New Jersey in the winter
Well I hold my head down now
And I’ll pick it up in shame
For it’s not the fact of what I have done
It’s whether or not
That you feel the same
And it hurts so bad
And I feel it in the morning
When I wake
So I hope I get to Heaven
Before the Devil he knows that I’m dead
And I hope that God can’t read me
And hear what’s in my head
So I’ll try not to listen
No I’ll try not to think at all
But these feelings they fall before me
And I feel like something
Isn’t good here
Break free
Of there chains that are tying me
Up to heaven
Well I gotta go low and buy back my soul
And get back right before He knows
And get to church by eleven
Well I hold my head down now
And I’ll pick it up in shame
For it’s not the fact of what I have done
It’s whether or not
That you feel the same
And it hurts so bad
And I feel it in the morning
When I wake
So I hope I get to heaven
Before the Devil he knows that I’m dead
And I hope that God can’t read me
And hear what’s in my head
So I’ll try not to listen
No I’ll try not to think at all
But these feelings they fall before me
And I feel like something
Isn’t good here
And I say I think about it tonight
I think about you
Well this time I gotta take it slow
Hear what I say |