A Second Opinion
Adam Turla
What will you do?
What will you do?
Every fool gets a lucky chance or two.
I been waitin' for the cards to fall;
to catch all your mistakes.
I been watchin' you to see you break.
I watched you grow,
I saw you fall again and again.
You'd cut your knee,
you'd start to bleed,
but wouldn't let the pain in.
You let the dogs bite at your ankles,
let the sunshine burn your eyes;
But will you just walk away this time?
I'll watch you crumble into sand.
If the right shows mercy,
I'll use the left hand.