Paroles de Better Off Dead
There ain't one objectionThat I haven't lodged
Makes me just want to give up
And get the hell outta dodge
But I stay here truthful
With a heart that's in pain
Just tryna stay dry
Though I'm standin' in the rain
Would she be forgivin'
If she only knew
How I try to tread water
Wearin' concrete shoes?
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
I can't help this feeling
I'd be better off dеad
She calls up her best friеnd
And she cries on the phone
And I feel like a stranger
In the house we call home
So, I take desperate measures
To bring back our love
By fixin' what's broken
But I can't patch things up
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
And Lord, I can't help the feeling
I'd be better off dead
I walk past her bedroom
First door down the hall
Where my daughter lies sleepin'
Unaware of it all
And Lord, I feel grateful
She's too young to see
The trouble and turmoil
'Tween her mama and me
And then I lean over
And softly kiss her head
And just then it hits me
I'm not better off dead
Though I'm standin' in the rain
Would she be forgivin'
If she only knew
How I try to tread water
Wearin' concrete shoes?
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
I can't help this feeling
I'd be better off dеad
She calls up her best friеnd
And she cries on the phone
And I feel like a stranger
In the house we call home
So, I take desperate measures
To bring back our love
By fixin' what's broken
But I can't patch things up
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
And Lord, I can't help the feeling
I'd be better off dead
I walk past her bedroom
First door down the hall
Where my daughter lies sleepin'
Unaware of it all
And Lord, I feel grateful
She's too young to see
The trouble and turmoil
'Tween her mama and me
And then I lean over
And softly kiss her head
And just then it hits me
I'm not better off dead
