Remember me for who I was not who I am I'll pray you'll never understand this this Sweet sweet sweet November Jesus called me collect last night It took all of me not to to answer it Daddy warned me the perils of play Hard to to deal God's standards Flying high and

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This This is real, this is your life in a song This This is country music Well you're not supposed to to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Redefine yourself See it in your mind This This is all a game This This is my fortune Well I see, because this this is my window Your questions, with every move I make So much time, I filled up with answers To To why my feet, will always hold their ground Need to to be the

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This This is real, this is your life in a song This This is country music Well you're not supposed to to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

And I'm thinking, just another breath. Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me When all the answers that I seek are around me Am I drowning, am I fading away, Or am I living up to to all your dreams that made me this this way Everything is so complex Everyday

Do you take me for a fool? How's it feel to to be a tool? See to to me your just a cancer Motherfucker war is the answer answer The time has come to to get you some This This ain't a test, fuck the rest Time to to set the record straight Talk your shit, behind my back

Ain't no going back now This This is the line and I walk alone Know where I wanna be, but I'm far from home Just trying to to make it on my own And unless they send me clothes, I don't answer answer phones This This is the line, and I walk alone Don't know where I'm at now

I've been waiting for something for so long To To show me the answers that I want A reason to to believe in that's so strong But I don't think that it exists Yeah, give me reason to to believe This This world is not a sick machine When everywhere's a dead end in every

Can wait a long time for an answer answer Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Something as simple as boys and girls All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this this bad before She took all her

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to to reply to to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are