I fell asleep a boy, and when I woke I was a man. Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us. What was once so innocent before is now lost. Let down by the elders that we used to trust. We were all meant for so much more than this. No more turning back, no more giving in. Although time has locked us in regret, we won't back down, this can't be over yet. (repeated) I fell asleep a boy and when I woke I was a man. Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us. What was once so innocent before is now lost. Let down by the elders we used to trust. We'll water our pillows with candid memories. Praying for things to be the way that they used to be. Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again. Hoping that we will finally see the end. All the broken promises and fallen dreams, courtesy of our creators. False hope busting out of their seems. They're becoming such outstanding traitors. No more turning back, no more giving in. We were all meant for so much more than this. (repeated) A child so small, locking up everything inside. Scared and alone, the only thing to do is hide. Accepting the decisions that were way over our heads. Hearing the yelling from our tear-covered beds. Now with a void only half-filled. Cradling the memories that haven't yet been killed. Although time has us locked in regret we won't back down, this can't be over yet. We have coped with the pain that is inevitable. Recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable. We'll live ready for tomorrow, like it was yesterday. Caught up in the past when we, we need to focus on today. (repeated) We'll flood our pillows with candid memories. Praying for things to be the way they use to be. Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again. We'll flood our pillows with candid memories. Praying for things to be the way they used to be. Hoping that we'll finally see the end. No more turning back, no more giving in. We were all meant for something so much more than this.