It seems that everyone around this town-Has had their lives blown apart and
forced into the ground-Still holding, can't hold on-No hope for the future, the
future's looking down-Because everybody has no will what's left for us to

do?-Just wishing for another place, another choice to choose So don't ask me for
the truth-None of my responses are your good news-So get up, stand up; get up
off the floor-But wait this time, like you did before but don't ask for my

advice-I know you'll just ignore it anyway-It seems that I'm in too deep-And
this fake smile is just too much for me to keep-So I'll hide, hide it
away-Rather than being an $$#hole and dealing with the pain-Because everybody

has no will what's left for us to do?-Just wishing for another place, another
choice to choose-So don't ask me for the truth-None of my responses are your
good news-I'm breaking down-I'm breaking now-These foundations are falling out

from underneath my feet-I've grown too tired to compete-So let's start from the
beginning, the means to the conclusion-It seems as though everything now has
become too confusing-I wish I knew, I wish I had your point of view-So I could

know for sure if this time I am threw