let me ask you a question, you never had no trouble in your life
you're always looking to show there's nothing worse than
weakness in your eyes worse than losing control. What makes you
think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all.
You're passing judgement on everyone you meet you use your
words like a whip it's like there's something inside you
can't defeat you pounce when anyone slips What makes you think
its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all. There's
condescension in every word you speak Another rebel in black
I'd just be careful with the stances that you take cause one
day it's all coming back. Let me tell a little secret that I
know I'll whisper in your ear. While you're busy postuting
for show What does anyone care? What makes you think its easy?
The world turns, it turns against us all. Do you think I'm
making a mistake? I lay it all on the line. You're calculating
all the chances that you take but one day soon you will find the
water's rising, moving over your head surprising you when you
least expect and I won't hold against you all the things that
you've said there's some things that you have to accept What
makes you think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us
all. What makes you think its easy? and who will be there if you
should ever fall?
