Lyrics

uherd

I hate it when my pockets aren't lined
with more than eighty cents in dimes
trying to pay for eggs i know it won't help
to whine about the situation
it's easy to forget about the ever losing mind
yet every step feels like a climb
finding ways to cope may help your selfhelp
find you
*u heard about it someone's always
doubting the pain
you heard about it i think there is
no ne to blame
forsee that imbued frame

i'll love it when the world stops being blind
to how the earth we treat unkind
trying to think of ways for all to find a mind
be a compassion nation

*chorus

-they said to open up your minds afar
I think the openness will have to start
to humble like a pulsing star
don't fumble it all

foresee that imbued frame