How could this be true?
i looked up to you
with a kinked neck
and dreams wrecked
ambition's beat
black and blue
i've been knocked down before
yeah, i've been let down
but never again
picking the gravel out my elbows
dusting off the shame and sorrow
beat up
let down
i've got to get up off the ground
i've been knocked down before
i've been let down
butn ever again
i'm not a saint and neither are you
what i thought was your halo
was an ill fitting noose
scraped up
banged up
i'm bloodied and bruised
but i'll never be as fucked up
fucked up as you
now you'll be the one who looks up to me