You can't preach about change and then do nothing about it.
You sit behind your TV's and watch as other people take the hit.
You can't help the lesser, 'cause neutrality only helps the oppressor.
How can you fight for the cause by following all the laws?
The battle will never be won while we're living under loaded gun.
Just because your fist is in the air doesn't mean you actually care.
We'll **** out the fake protestors and
replace them with the real go-getters.
Because we are the believers of another fate,
one that doesn't end in violence and hate.
Peace is always the answer, but justice comes first.
We've gotta get out of this country,
because the government's ******* cursed.

I've gotta stop waiting for you to call.
I should have prepared myself 'cause winter always follows fall,
like heartbreak follows love like some divine intervention from above
has it all planned for us, no happy ending for us, just mistrust.
It wasn't a heart break, just a mistake.
I should have been so much smarter
not to get involved with tortured Mr. Martyr.

I should have known I wouldn't be different.
You're so distant, we fell apart but don't forget how it all started.
And you know I'm not the same as all the girls you've had before,
but I fell for your stupid head game, and I couldn't even the score.
I guess I'm losing, just slowly bruising.
I guess I've lost, didn't think of the cost.
Now the trees are lined with frost, just like your cold heart.
I won't be able to revive it, I can't give you a restart.

So I guess it's over, I get your cold shoulder.
No goodbye, not even a 'Hi'.
Just gotta turn my head and forget all the things you said.
We could have had it all, but that's just not what you wanted.

Do you know how many girls see you
and can't help but fall in love?
Now I'm just another number,
in a sea of women pining for your affections.
But if there's even a chance of you feeling the same,
I think I'll run and hide instead of having to face the fame.

I love your goofy smile
and the way your eyes hide behind your glasses when you're tired.

I love the deep rasp in your voice
and the small hairs that you let grow on the bottom of your chin.

I love your big belly laugh
and the way you talk about music like it saved your soul.  

I love the way you hold me in your muscled arms to say hello
like you never wanna let me go.

I love the way you look at me
like I'm the only other person in the room with you.

I hate that you pretend to have it together
when I know that you're just putting on some fake persona.

I hate the desperation and pain behind your green-checked eyes
and that only I can see that they are calling out for help.

I hate when it's mentioned
that you can get your fair share of girls without even trying.

I hate that I feel guilt
because you're the first and only I've noticed since I feel in love with him.

I hate that I don't know
if a fire started when we met for you like it did for me.

These stretch marks are signs
that my soul is confined.

My body is larger
because I have a whole universe inside me
trying to break free.

"How happy are you?"
"Not very."