Birmingham کے بول

I guess I've been down This road before I guess I have seen These scars before I wanna see just like I need to see And I wanna breathe just like I need to breathe This whole thing makes me sick I'm so tired of dealing with it I am so mixed up You stand bruised up right in all this Looking for this to change I don't know where this came from This sockwood limp I got from myself I wanna be just what I need to be I'm getting free, just like I gotta be