You've built me up to be something that I'm not, and right now, I think I'll take this shot. There's no pulpit, microphone, or soapbox that can release me from all of these locks. Because you scrutinize, you need to realize, and stop looking at me through judgmental eyes. I stand here a solitary man, doing the very best that I can. When I struggle just to stand, you shove me back to the floor, leaving me with this question, can you take this one day more? Ya better relocate. C'mon and relocate. Relocate! When we fall how many times magnified? You see my life, the assumptions that died. We've all tried to pick ourselves back up, but this slump it remains on you chump. When I struggle just to stand, you shove me back to the floor, leaving me with this question, can I take this one day more? Don't you front on me kid!
