Folk song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
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Lyrics
You don’t really care about me, or if I get there
I can tell by the way you talk and that blank stare
It’s just another way you’re living life as a robot
I know you feel bad; things didn’t work out like you thought
So what does it matter what I say or do?
You’re afraid that I’m right; I know that’s true
If you really knew me, you might understand
It’s like all the writing is all on the back of my hand
You might as well call me a prophet
I can look back and see that I lived a life that I saw fit
I don’t need to explain to you, so just drop it
Get a grip; make a wish, that’s all you’ll probably get
I m no longer going to lay awake and stare at the deep blue
If I listen to you, I know I’ll never get through
I’m not going to grind through a life so lifeless and bland
Twenty years from now, I won’t look at myself and reprimand
You might as well call me a prophet
I can look back and see that I lived a life that I saw fit
I don’t need to explain to you, so just drop it
Get a grip; make a wish, that’s all you’ll probably get
It’s a future you don’t believe will be brought
You don’t realize, I won’t quit, and I will keep giving all I’ve got
I’m already there, it doesn’t bother me sit here and swear
It’s true, if I listen to you, I’ll never get anywhere
You might as well call me a prophet
I can look back and see that I lived a life that I saw fit
I don’t need to explain to you, so just drop it
Get a grip; make a wish, that’s all you’ll probably get
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