Letras
Shadows on the ceiling, coffee gone cold,
City hums its verdict, I'm losing my hold.
Mirror keeps on asking what I didn't earn,
Lessons in the smoke where the neon burns.
I trace the constellations of someone else's scars,
Counting faded promises beneath these broken stars.
Teach me to be a better person, I truly want to learn,
Teach me to be a better person, Why should I listen to you?
Teach me to be a better person, Is it the money that you earned?
Teach me to be a better person, Or the people that you burned?
Paperbacks and postcards from a life I never chose,
Small talk with the strangers who pretend they know.
You hand me all your doctrines wrapped in velvet lies,
Polished up opinions with your practiced alibis.
You point to shining empires built on borrowed bones,
Whisper salvation through a mouth of undertones.
Teach me to be a better person, I truly want to learn,
Teach me to be a better person, Why should I listen to you?
Teach me to be a better person, Is it the money that you earned?
Teach me to be a better person, Or the people that you burned?
Show me the steps,
not just the trophies on your shelf.
Tell me the cost,
did you buy your virtue with someone else?
I want the quiet work, not sermons dressed in gold,
I want the truth you hide when your back is turned and cold.
Teach me to be a better person, I truly want to learn,
Teach me to be a better person, Why should I listen to you?
Teach me to be a better person, Is it the money that you earned?
Teach me to be a better person, Or the people that you burned?
Teach me,
I want to learn,
Teach me,
why should I listen to you?