So stand the [bad word] up, show me that this life is worth living.
Oh take this day and call it your own; this is your chance to redeem yourself.
In a world where every single day counts, the clock strikes twelve and I'm still in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Will I ever amount to anything?
... 
I will never know. x3
I, Is there a purpose in this life to be fulfilled?
Is there a way to make sense of a life that will one day end?
Will anything I do be remembered?
Will these words live to be read by the eyes of a new generation? Ration...
By the eyes of a new generation. x2
I will be there for, for you I will be there.
Pick your [bad word] self up and realise that one day you will be a memory.
And ashes to ashes and dust to dust, dust to dust.
So stand the [bad word] up, show me that this life is worth living.
Oh take this day and call it your own; 
this is your chance to redeem yourself. x2
I will never know. x2