It's hard to imagine how it tastes
Bitter and sour, a slight disgrace
Similar vines grown to erase different skins
Telling no story about the scars and sins
It's hard to discover where you've been
You're hiding it elsewhere in a nook
You might wanna show and let them in
But none would be kind enough to lend you a look
I know, I know
We're all here reaching for tomorrow
But here's what history would say
I know, I know
It's hard to live under how you are portrayed
Grapes are a fruit of sorrow