Wallow in the Mud

What's meant to be And those that won't They pile up Like spare change, afloat. Wrapping myself What's it for? Nothing ever hurt Like waiting for more. All I do, Is wallow in mud Like a pig lost... What kind of soul, Could leave me this way? As if you tried, Every road, every day. Go ahead, You can leave, But no one could make me, Feel less relieved. All I do, Is wallow in mud Like a pig lost... What kind of soul, Could leave me this way? As if you tried, Every road, every day. Go ahead, You can leave, But no one could make me, Feel less relieved. [end] [end]