why can't family be family again
we used to always be friends
we used to huddle together
whenever we got scared
...
ill fight for you i swear
ill protect every stand of hair
ill bleed and give you my blood
...
you've been stabbed in the back
you've been pierced through the heart
you've always been under attack
you've never had a good start
...
i live each day by the hour
sometimes on the tip of a string
i live close to death
i live damn near everything
...
the thing that connects us to our high school past
is what we remember
whether its the heat of August
or the cold of December
...
in the right days
and the right times
with just enough nickles
and just enough dimes
...
my eyes cry a million tears
my heart feels many fears
my mind feels so alone
my life feels like there's nothing left
...
these are our years
these are our days
to take control
of this day and age
...
got my hands in my pockets
my chin in the air
my feet on the ground
im on a mission
...