paroles de chanson Parade - Garrett Smith

Well I was stressin' and confessin' as the marshall of my pity parade
I missed the present of my presence in this universe I couldn't create
So I've come back to pick a bona fide bone I find
With this me of the past
So sick of spewing all my secrets as if anybody'd already asked
And I tried to hide my pride
But I let a few things slide
Now I'm back before I die
To have another slice of humble pie
Well you were pacing in impatience as
I laid out all my probable schemes
You said, "Just do this. If it's useless,
We can redefine our logical dreams"
But the imprecatory story I recounted seemed a little too small
I missed the scope of hope and fear contained
In each of us or no one at all
And I never said that I was done
Did you think you're the only one?
So sit back and watch me try
To choke down another bite of humble pie