I wish that I had something to be more proud of I wish that I could raise my voice a little louder And stand up straight like the people I hate And stand up tall, but I am laying down empty as a hall Because lately, I've been bent over Like blades of grass Bent over at the knees (Like blades of grass) Blowed over by a gentle breeze (Like blades of grass) Mowed over by an old machine (Like blades of grass) I'm weak minded, I always knew, I never doubted So I look to her, I look to you to get me out And live life straight even if for a day And stand up tall, but I am staring out blankly as a wall Because lately, I've been bent over Like blades of grass Bent over at the knees (Like blades of grass) Blowed over by a gentle breeze (Like blades of grass) Mowed over by an old machine (Like blades of grass) Like blades of grass Like blades of grass Like blades of grass