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
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 (ohh)
My roots are strong
(Ohh)
My roots are strong…