Its times like these I'm so fed up with myself that I don't even know how to speak Its like you focus on the pain but you know its not what you need So take out that pen Write it all down so you don't have to feel it again You claim that you love the road but you don't want to see where it bends Go on go on Remember the words that used to make you smile Go on go on Remember the times you used to be like a child Christ on a cross I don't believe in his name but that don't mean I can't learn what he taught Like a solider come, I don't agree with the war that he fought So let the cynic in me die I'm so obsessed with the rest that I can't even see my own life The greener part of the grass was always the field, not the sideline