Andiwouldnttellyouthis, but im barely staying alive.

They dont sell hope, they dont sell love
yeah they dont sell the things i need most of

I used to think bad things didnt happen to good people.
but that was before i met you.

It funny how we can speak so clear, while we're such a mess inside

Whats holding us back?

Why do i trytostandout
when i know im justgonnafade
why do i let societycontrolme
when i would much ratherbemyself
(lies)
why do i trymyhardest
when im not gonnabeappreciated
why do i pullmyselftogether
when i know im just gonnafallpart
(again)

And your the one i wished for since i was a little girl.

And your the one i wished for since i was a little girl.

And were like a city with no walls, and a country with no borders, were lost in ourselves

And he's not just "some guy"