Lyrics

These fields as of late have been ridden With tractors, broken down and abandoned Still the grass keeps growing, reaching over our heads If it's debt that drowns me, I think I'm better off dead When I said I would never come back It was before I knew the things that I lack But I can't do it alone Having never solved a problem on my own Is this what you call giving? Making a game out of lives not worth living? And I can't work hard enough to keep myself from quitting Time and money spent, hoping for better circumstances Time and money spеnt, hoping for better circumstances Timе and money spent, hoping for better circumstances Time and money spent, hoping for better