The roots run deep I'll celebrate myself on the way out You missed a lot while looking for your face inside a puddle In coming clean I see it's "if only" all the way down Spent 20 years in picture frames without even a doubt Look at me, you can't say it You can't say it You don't want this Like it's cold And you're shivering But your hair is neatly combed Patience lost, the plants all gone The face of sharp health growing soft Shake hands and sneer Why can't we just get along?