Yesterday I took my feet off the ground and found out how it feels to be free
Not accepting the choices I've made - at least not enough to be seen
But if making people happy paid the bills, I'd be the richest man
By giving to others, I give to me. By giving to others, I give to me
We grow up as we're falling down
And leave those mistakes, scattered on the ground
I've noticed I'm waking up a little more each day
And living this life, my own shade of grey
Yesterday I took my foot out of my mouth and found out how it feels to be me
Not watching the words that I say close enough to stay clean
If I ever need anything, I just need to speak up
Speak my mind and believe that I will be treated how others have been treated by me
Yesterday I had to put my foot down and found out how it feels to be mean
Not just folding over, but having the courage to say it, at best without making a scene
Emotions can bleed into, criticisms from me and you
Forget about begging for truth; just stand up and say it, my words do the talking for me
