Tell me what it's like to move on
Tell me what it means to grow
Tell me that I won't be this way forever
I always find myself at the right place
At the wrong time
Left to rot in the same spot
Crumbling while life forgets about me
So find me rooted in the soil
Deep enough to unearth my forefathers' remains
Don't break your back trying to
Pull me from the earth
Don't waste your pain on me
When I reach out with my jagged limbs
They splinter and plummet to the ground
So pieces of me can be stripped and pulped
To make the paper where I write down my confessions
You've heard them all before
But still I carve the words into my skin
Tell me
How to leave this place
The seasons change but I remain the same
I've grown to stand the winter
I can live in the grey
I'm not afraid of the axe
I can withstand the ache
But if you swing it at me
Don't be surprised when your elbows break
I wait
Because my weight
Anchors me to the ground
The worst advice that I ever got was
"You've got to make yourself move on"
It's what they say when they don't care enough
To sever the roots
To really cut through
And I've tried
But all I've got to show
Is mud on my name and on my feet below
And a string of people who've gotten hurt
After they've given up trying to pull me from the dirt