That's what I get for telling the truth.

If you pick at something it will never heal,
but you do it anyway so you can feel.
Get your shoes and hurry got to go pretend, that we're not scabbed and tired my so-called friend,
All I know is something is awfully wrong can it please be nothing,

With broken legs I'm standing tall round hole square pegs crash landing,
that's what I get for telling the truth.

There's a man who boxes what you keep from me,
Then he sells it cheap and throws the pain in free
and all I know is that it's awful to be wrong
there's no way it's nothing.

With broken legs I'm standing tall round hole square pegs crash landing,
that's what I get for telling the truth.


Passing by it's only time ,only time passing by, passing by, it's only time,only time passing by, passing by only time, only time passing by.


With broken legs I'm standing tall round hole square pegs crash landing,
that's what I get for telling the truth.