What’s the point of living when you have nothing to die for?
What’s the point of succeeding if you have nothing to try for?
I’m actually happy that I have things I would cry for
I have things I would die for
And that’s good, you should have them
Don’t doubt them
Look at your life; take a bite out of it
Get the worth out of it
Get something, or you’ll end up with nothing
I was on track, and then I messed around
I’m now trying to build the buildings I knocked down
You can turn the volume up; I still can’t hear a sound
What’s a happy face? And upside down frown
What are citizens without a town?
Like two things pressed against each other but still not touching
The volcano is erupting
Better run, before the police get to hand cuffing
For the crime you didn’t commit
The things that matter, don’t always make sense