This is a song about "Grace omalley"

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Can you help me not fall from grace

My talent should take me places i've never been

It will be my saving grace of repetition

I call it my holy grace

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach