My Master

Well, I warned you once, my master
That the breeze belongs to the trees
Don't pretend that you're ahead of it

This is the last time
I hold you to it
Though you're still young
If you insist on
Laying claim to the land that you've tread on

Oh, I've tried, my master
But your age and your growing up
Is your crutch be aware of it

Sing out not inside
Don't rely on your face for a smile
Understand your anger
What's easy now will get harder

All our insides
Are just infants
All our hearts fill
And empty with equal parts

I swear on high, I'm still here
Though when times get rough
You might be tempted to give in too

All our insides
Are just infants
All our hearts fill
And empty with equal parts