Where were the warning signs? Why didn’t they tell us life is hard most the time I tried and I tried to rewind But new beginnings only happen in computer simulated lives Patch me up and send me back out on the streets to fend for my life If I want it enough then I’ll make it, isn’t that fair? Isn’t that right? Fight and fight and fight till your knuckles are bruised and your tears run dry If you’re tough enough then you’ll make it, isn’t that fair? Isn’t that right? One of the days I’ll make it Or I won’t survive Oh oh oh The sky is blue The leaves on the trees are green And I’m taking a deep breath in, and Who who who Who’d have thought? It’s tough but we’re built for this At least I want to believe in it But I long for opportunities All I’ve got is myself and my pride I long for freedom of speech All I’ve got is the fear of decline I long to build my own life All I’ve see feel time running out I long for juvenile days All I’ve got are the miserable nights Keep going and going and going and going and going and going and going Then you die If you believe in a higher power I guess you’ll make it out of here alive But to the dirt I’m going With dirt I’ll form An even dirtier mind of mine It gets worse before it gets better But can I see the evidence of that? It gets worse before it gets better (Sigh) I guess I’ll hold onto that Oh oh oh The sky is blue The leaves on the trees are green And I’m taking a deep breath in, and Who who who Who’d have thought? It’s tough but we’re built for this At least I want to believe in it But I long for opportunities All I’ve got is myself and my pride I long for freedom of speech All I’ve got is the fear of decline I long to build my own life All I’ve got is time running out I long for juvenile days All I’ve got are the miserable nights