To fight for what what we stand for
To stand for who we are
We are weak
We're absorbing regret and make it our overcast
We are weak
Our home is a prison we're ramming nails in our own casket
Worthless hopeless at least we feel comfortable
In this unique form of mess we made of ourselves
We are broken we can't fill the loss
We wonder how much can happiness cost
We built our dreams in a naive childish thought
And burned them all in so-called adulthood
We rejected our crazy dreams then furious broken-hearted
But in their wake all other schemes seemed lackluster all hopes half-hearted
And one by one we returned to soar and burn again