Standing in a glass bowl
At the end of a black hole
Cold, lost, and upside down
Faces swirling passed me
All my memories rolling vastly
Cold, lost, beneath the ground
All done by my own hand
I allowed my feelings to become sand, oooh
If you're going to cut me down, better do
it quickly now, now
You can cut me down
But I won't stay for long
I'll grow back again, ohh
Yeah, my roots are strong
My roots are strong
This is not forever
Folks changing like the weather
Cold, wet, and all around
Toxic people being severed like
Leaves falling in September
Cold, wet, and on the ground
You can cut me down
But I won't stay for long
I'll grow back again, oh
Yeah, my roots are strong
My roots are strong
