i could be a tree or i could be a stump
you make the decision, and that’s all i know
oh, i could be paper, i could be a log
perfectly devoid of anything i aint
i could be a stump i could be a dead tree
I can be whatever everybody wants
oh, i could be a canvas, i could be a puppet
I don’t even think i’m even a user at all
I could be a cherry blossom, i could be an evergreen
look into the bark and tell me what i am
oh, i could be birch, i could be pine
try to give me meaning, it’s a losing game
i could go to the skies, i could get cut down
does it even matter? i could never tell
oh, maybe i am nothing, maybe i am a tree
– you, probably