You might as well have asked me not to breathe A damaged soul I had no choice I see you walk through fields of golden corn I don't belong, just fragile With every step you raise your grand design You build your temple to your king Your shoes fill every step that brought me down A weeping clown, just fragile And when respect turns into sympathy And pure concern turns into fear You choose to live your life in Babylon I can't belong just fragile And I thought it made me better And I thought it would make me strong And I thouht in answered everything But I knew that I was wrong You choose to live your life in Babylon I can't belong just fragile