I see things happening, they fall before my eyes,
pretend Im blind like I could never see the heartache thats not mine,
fills my head, can I just laugh away the sights that tear my soul
and make me sick, no, I could never be so cold to look away and maybe hide,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Id like to think theres no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, its up to you
Wish I could be like you, indifferent to it all and lifes a joke,
sarcastic, cynical like everythings OK but it just wont work,
in life you have to choose to stay at home and hide or stand up and fight,
if carings my offense I proudly stand accused so how bout you,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Id like to think theres no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, its up to you
Is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Id like to think theres no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, its up to you
Its up to you,
its up to you,
its up to you,
its up to you,
its up to you,
its up to you
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