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