What's your next move Where are you gonna go Can't you see Your best is never enough And you can't make ends meet You've fallen so far behind You're slowly falling through Yeah, I may break But I'll never, never give in I'll find the fighter in me Who fights to the end See, I was born and raised With my back against the wall There must be some kind of way Out of here, out of here Be some kind of way Out of here, out of here And though all my troubles Take me far from home I'll never be lost and not found He who aims to shoot Takes his orders with pride I'm next in line To pay my debt with my life Oh Lord, forgive them They don't know what they're doing My voice is weak, just a whisper My hands are broken But I have written a letter To remind my love That she was born and raised With her back against the wall There must be some kind of way Out of here, out of here There must be some kind of way Out of here, out of here And though all my troubles Take me far from home I'll never be lost and not found