We were told to fight for what we love.
But what happens when what you love is no longer worth fighting for.
We were told when we fall to get back up.
But baby my knees are way to weak.
We were told that there's light at the end of the tunnel
So then why is it dark and cold wherever I stumble
WE WERE TOLD it gets better from here
To seek the high road
To find all hope
But it's only gotten worse
The high road is under construction
And the bank of hope just got robbed
