Landon Rogers - On The Fence Lyrics
I was born to this disasterJust to pacify my fatherAristotle, slave and masterI'm the clay and I'm the potterI used to know a kid who wore his heart on his sleeveAnd he would've gave his life to make another believeBut the world ate him up And it don't wanna spit him outSo the only question's whether his faith Is stronger than his doubtWell I'm a man of great discretionMake so many good impressionsUnder false pretenseI'm still on the fenceI ask all the wrong and right questionsI use all of the right expressionsIn their proper tenseStill it makes no senseWhy, why I'm, I'm going downI'm going downI ask all the wrong and right questionsI use all of the right expressionsIn their proper tenseStill it makes no senseI'm a man of no discretionMake so many bad impressionsAnd there's no suspenseI fell off the fenceSo let me go and just let me beI, I need to breathe