The streets are lined with broken dreams

Like tired hungry orphans in the dirt

Hollowed eyes staring in the dark

Starved that even bitterness is sweet fruit

 

Hope left and locked the door

Left innocence weeping in the way

Happy endings became a nightmare

When our words started to decay

 

We have nothing left to gain

Because we have nothing left to lose

I was a fool for thinking I had a voice

A fool for thinking I had the right to choose