Why is the grass always greener on the otherside
Why does the grass always look greener on the other side Why is it when trouble starts we always look up to the sky What does it mean you can't get there from here what is all this damn fear Where is this light that shines from above What the hell is this thing called love Why when I look at a woman all I see is her ass Hey why you throwing stones at my glass All these questions and so much more With passion and hatred I abhor Why do we always look outside It's as if from themselves there is something to hide We are told none of this truly exists Tell that to the guy punching my face with his fist My body damn sure felt the pain And no, there was nothing in that which I gained Other than a knocked out tooth and a body nose Some ripped up and bloody clothes But on top of everything I have learned Nothing compares to, for what my heart yearns It years to be like this force called nature Otherwise known as the creato...