whenever we feel like it, we will feel like [bad word] fighting the urge to resist it
we know we could be happier
more and more and more and more
the less we care
but its not who we are we not a afraid of the darkness
makes us feel that our heart has
not stopped beating yet
stopped beating yet
beating yet

we walk out of this light
hand our hearts to the night
we walk alleys we have never had the guts to walk before
between unease, fear and distress
there's no good without bad and boy
bad times are our fuel to hope again again and again
bravery is confidence's child