I keep fallen for the same three lies... That I can't break free, I'm cornered, too young to understand And they keep talkin, they're saying there's no other way... That it's always been this lonely and probably always will be... But I keep fighting for it I can make things different If I keep fighting for it Won't I make a difference?... And I keep crying out to two deaf ears They say I'm sorry I'd like to help but, I'm busy this time of year... Well that's ok, a few more we won't be here Just our children and their children - they'll pay for our mistakes...