the hardest stuff on earth

I have that feeling in my gut

you must have reared your ugly head

there's no place for you here so move along

and hide back in the bomb shed

you built for yourself where

no one can tell you you're wrong

'cause you're never wrong

you've isolated yourself from burning every bridge you've crossed

and its so easy to look down on us when we have to swim across
 to see who you really are

I liked the view better from afar

are you tired of playing the victim?

how long can this go on?

your story is full of inconsistencies

and is falling apart at the seams

I'm finding flaws in the fiction you read

this self righteous path is only making you worse

and if no one has told you, let me be the first

this self righteous path is only making you worse

and if no one has told you, let me be the first

your heart's made from

the hardest stuff on earth