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Why do we let ourselves get pushed around?
Why do we live our lives in the underground?
Why cant we fight for what we are?
Why cant we reach and pull down the stars?

We’re the kids on the playground without any friends.
We’re the ones in the classroom who dream of their end.
We’re the kids that can’t take it but push past our edge.
We’re the ones who are stronger, made stronger through death.

They say we are worthless, just a waste of breath.
They say we wont make it, that we should start fresh.
They tell us to be silent, but we will be heard.
They say we are worthless, so THEY deserve death.