I used to walk down the streets
Of the place that I call home.
They represent everything I know.
The things I saw didn't scare me,
Although I fear they should.
But I never knew how to be good.
How should I have known how to be
If they would starve
The good in me, the good in me.
Listen, when I tell you that I'm
Not sure what to do about it.
Cause I've heard that what goes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around.
I couldn't talk 'bout my past,
Now that I know that you
Would never take a walk in my shoes.
Don't think I would have turned out like this
If my life hadn't been at risk.
How should I have known how to be
If they would starve the good in me.
Listen, when I tell you that I'm
Not sure what to do about it.
Cause I've heard that what goes around,
Comes around.
Listen, when I tell you that
I'm not sure what to do about it.
Cause I've heard that what goes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around.
You look surprised, but
The door swings both ways.
All that should matter is
That we won't shatter.
You look surprised, but
The door swings both ways.
All that should matter is
That we won't shatter
Listen, when I tell you that
I'm not sure what to do about it.
Cause I've heard that what goes around,
Comes around.
Listen, when I tell you that I'm
Not sure what to do about it.
Cause I've heard that what goes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around.