Tell me what it's like to move on Tell me what it means to grow Tell me that I won't be this way forever I always find myself at the right place At the wrong time Left to rot in the same spot Crumbling while life forgets about me So find me rooted in the soil Deep enough to unearth my forefathers' remains Don't break your back trying to Pull me from the earth Don't waste your pain on me When I reach out with my jagged limbs They splinter and plummet to the ground So pieces of me can be stripped and pulped To make the paper where I write down my confessions You've heard them all before But still I carve the words into my skin Tell me How to leave this place The seasons change but I remain the same I've grown to stand the winter I can live in the grey I'm not afraid of the axe I can withstand the ache But if you swing it at me Don't be surprised when your elbows break I wait Because my weight Anchors me to the ground The worst advice that I ever got was "You've got to make yourself move on" It's what they say when they don't care enough To sever the roots To really cut through And I've tried But all I've got to show Is mud on my name and on my feet below And a string of people who've gotten hurt After they've given up trying to pull me from the dirt