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