go to sleep, close your eyes
now dream of broken butterflies
pinned down wings, and pills for suicide
now I ask myself is it worth the fight?

Im a follower, you know its true
because when you had my heart I followed you
now I breathe in
my lungs feeling tight
I release the air, questioning is it worth the fight?

can you see the vice?
Its locked behind her eyes
her evil ways
they won't disappear tonight
now she's got her friends and family questioning is it worth the fight?

I try to answer this question staying up all night
life is just a war
we are just soldiers crossing fields of questions
trampling through the mud in our disguise
falling into the ocean at our own demise
but the question still stands, is it worth the fight?
Ive been fighting every **** day of my life
and I'm starting to see the sunshine…..