I'll cast the first stone
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Just to take the attention away from me
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Anything to protect my reputation
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Because I feel like that's all I have, all I know
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What do I look like in their eyes?
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Is it something desirable?
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Or am I nothing?
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What do I look like in their eyes?
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What do I look like in their eyes?
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I'll cast the first stone
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Like I am the last one to blame
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Just to shift their condemning eyes away
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I'll cast the first stone
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Like I am the last one to blame
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Just to break their denouncing gaze
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Why should I wait to hear their verdict?
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Why do I care about who they think I should be?
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Why should I wait to hear their verdict?
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Why do I care about who they think I should be?
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I have been bending over backwards for every reason but the right one
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I have placed value on things that don't deserve it
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Now what do I look like to those who matter?
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Why did I waste all this time on the temporary?
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It's too easy to take the wrong things to heart
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Especially from those who seem to have misplaced their own
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I won't say that I'll never cast another stone
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Or that I am the last one to blame
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But I want to stop living like anyone else's opinion
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Of who I should be is a regulation in my life
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I shouldn't forget there's a difference
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Between living for other's approval and just living for others
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Cast The First Stone
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We Came As Romans |