Freed Pig کے بول

You were right I was battling with you Trying to prove myself I tried to bury you with guilt I wanted to give you all I've got nothing better to do Then pay too much atttention to you It's sad but it's not your fault Self-righteous, rude I guess I lost that cool Tapping till I drive you insane Self-righteous, never right So laid back, so uptight To tolerate me And the negative spirit I bring Why, I was obsessed to bring you down Watching your every move Playing a little boy game Always had something to prove Waiting to cut you down Making it hard to move With only one thing to do Tell me first to make it easy Now you will be free Now nothing depends on me Tapping till I drive you insane Now you will be free No sick people tugging on your sleeve I figure it has that warm room to grow A glory I would never go A glory I would never go Freed pig