If we're not doing this for each other, we shouldn't do it
Because once the passion's gone, the desire's gone
And we might as well give up
It's so hard to find a place for yourself
When you're constantly displaced and replaced by perfection
Deserving doesn't seem to mean anything
To those serving the purpose
When they have everything and you have nothing
Not even the most vivid imagination
Could scheme a dream to change it
Dealing with the pain simply means
Standing to withstand anything
Never kneeling to the forced feeling of failure