It's not a concealed fact
I put it all out there for everyone to see
That I've spent the majority of my life on my knees
Either running from what I feared or chasing what I wanted
But circles get real old real quickly
When you never find what you need
Let me give you a little piece of the pie
Just a little segment out of my life
We all eat with forks
But they can also eat you alive
When you don't know what direction to take
When your silver plate is ripped away
Isn't that when we see what we're really made of