What The Hell Am I To You?
(Go)
So what the hell am I to you?
You obviously don't have a clue
Exactly what's going through my head
And honestly, you can count me in too, oh yeah
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
Sometimes being moral feels like a weakness
I wonder if morals even exist anymore
I guess they do
They're just not nearly as popular
(Woo!)
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really can't
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
I reached the door
Waited a second more
For someone random to go through
I reached the door
Waited a second more
And noticed there was a different door
At least I was polite
At least I was polite, oh
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
So what the hell am I to you?
You obviously don't have a clue
Exactly what's going through my head
And honestly, you can count me in too, oh yeah
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
Sometimes being moral feels like a weakness
I wonder if morals even exist anymore
I guess they do
They're just not nearly as popular
(Woo!)
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really can't
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
I reached the door
Waited a second more
For someone random to go through
I reached the door
Waited a second more
And noticed there was a different door
At least I was polite
At least I was polite, oh
Crushed in the ground
Useless pebble, in the sand
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan
Stomped on the floor
Useless of course, once again
I wish I could but I really cant
Make a plan, for me
And what the hell am I to you?
And what the hell am I to you?
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Gallamore
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