We all need something to believe in again,
We need to move on,
To accept our misfortunes,
And accept the things we’ve done wrong,
There will always be a part of us that doesn’t want to let go,
But who we were is who we are,
We just need to know that we’re not the only ones,
There are other people hurting,
And we need to believe that there’s always going to be someone there,
To hold us, to dry our tears and to care
I am the son crying in the arms of his mother,
Hiding from this world and scared to love another,
But who I am kidding?
How can I get it out of my head,
Trying to love another when to myself I am dead?
We need to be the kids we once were,
Who played in the parks and whose souls were so pure
It was then that none of this mattered,
Big noses, striking poses, our dreams seemingly shattered.
Hold me, don’t love me,
Rise above me and wake me up,
When the world finally listens,
Before the world fucks the world up.