I don't know where your story started nor where it ends.
All I know for sure is, we all end up dead.
Then why is it no matter how hard we try,
everyone likes picking on the little guy.
I'm the only white panel in this house of black.
I've been beaten to death halfway and back.
I try to take a stand, but don't take my word.
I'm the broken and lost, in a cookie-cutter world.
So hear my call,
if your lost and broken
if your tired of false hope, so you just stop lookin.
band together and we'll fight em' all.
We are the big, the strong, the brave and the small.
We don't brake when tested,
we take life by the horns and show them who's really messed up.
We are the misfits,
the lovers and fighters,
the broken and the strong
the only ones with the strength needed to carry on.
