Roots

Standing in a glass bowl
At the end of a black hole
Cold, lost, and upside down
Faces swirling passed me
All memories rolling vastly
Cold, lost, beneath the grown

All done by my own hand
I allowed my feelings to become sand (ohh)
If you're going to cut me down, better do it quickly now (now)

You can cut me down
But I won't stay for long
I'll grow back again (ohh)
(Yeah) my roots are strong

My roots are strong

This is not forever
Folks changing like the weather
Cold, wet, and all around

Toxic people being severed like
Leaves falling in September
Cold, wet, and on the ground

You can cut me down
But I won't stay for long
I'll grow back again
My roots are strong

(Ohh)

My roots are strong...