Birmingham

I guess I've been down
This road before
I guess I have seen
These scars before
I wanna see just like I need to see
And I wanna breathe just like I need to breathe

This whole thing makes me sick
I'm so tired of dealing with it
I am so mixed up
You stand bruised up right in all this
Looking for this to change

I don't know where this came from
This sockwood limp
I got from myself
I wanna be just what I need to be
I'm getting free, just like I gotta be