| Sometimes I feel like we've given all we've got, | |
| and I'm tired of pretending I'm something that I'm not. | |
| So what's the point if it's not the turth? | |
| Different nights, same talk. | |
| So hard to align our thoughts, and I'm tired of regretting another moment's lost. | |
| This is my confession: that I'll never change, | |
| and I won't back down again, or accept the blame. | |
| No fronts, no compromising. | |
| Let's risk it all. | |
| Put our faults out on the table, even as we fall. | |
| It's in our hands, this is where we stand. | |
| It's in our hands, it's where we stand |