Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta

That gets to hold the Mona Lisa And I don't care I feel, like the frame If that's all I'll ever be 'Cause I feel, like the frame If that's all I'll ever do Now there are men who make history There are men who change the world And there are men like me

In front of me so I hopped in, the cab and I paid my fare see I know my destination But I'm just not there Happen to be just like moments, passin Life's just not fair Seems like, street lights, glowin In the streets In the, streets I'm just not there in