Stairway To Hell

For so many years I held my breath for you

Held under what became the ocean

Struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor

And now, as I reflect on what became my foundation

Who am I to say the grass was ever greener

Where my own feet struck on the Earth?

And that the fields, they seemed much neater on my side of the fence

And who am I to question why you took the path you took?

And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?

But the pages just keep turning and my pen just won’t run dry

But my eyes - they won’t stop burning and yet you still have no reply

I guess that in a way, it had to be like this

And I guess in a way, I’m glad it turned out like it did

Because I couldn’t stand your sight if I ran into you tonight

And if you died, I just don’t think I’d have too much to say tonight

Who am I to say the grass was ever greener

Where my own feet struck on the Earth?

And that the fields, they seemed much neater on my side of the fence

And who am I to question why you took the path you took?

And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?

But the pages just keep turning, turning

If you hear this just forget it

If you hear this just forget it

Oh!

Beating me wouldn't mean anything now, I'm all through

All I want is to earn your respect, how am I meant to do that if you won't fight me?

Maybe you should've thought of that, before you sucked at being a man your whole life

Oh my God, I hate you so much, I just wanna smash your face in

Too late, I'm a dead man