what's up with all these years i've tucked away in shame?
it's like i'm a game to you, now i don't want to play
if i could write it out i know what i would say.
why did i spend all this time so stuck inside your ways?
now i'm back for what it's worth, yeah, what it's worth at all,
i'll see you in the springtime, but you'll never see me fall.
what's wrong with being me? i know myself the best
some people are quiet all right, i'm bored by all the rest
if i could write it out i know what i would say
why did i spend all this time so stuck inside your ways?
now i'm back for what it's worth, yeah, what it's worth at all
i'll see you in the springtime, but you'll never see me fall.