Things Stay the Same

I’m holding out for a better day
Things stay the same.
I’m so tired of trying to find a better way
I am running on empty.
In every place I look surrounding me,
We’re told which side of the line to stand.
We won’t give in we won’t back down we won’t let go.
We’ll make our stand we won’t be moved it’s a way of life.
There is no respect.
The end is in sight,
There was once unity and peace that filled these streets.
Now our dreams are brutally beat
We’re left with nothing in our hands.
We’re left with nothing.
I’m holding out for a better day
Things stay the same.
I’m so tired of trying to find a better way
I am running on empty.
With every word I hear form you.
You’ve never been so far form the truth.
We won’t give in we won’t back down we won’t let go.
We’ll make our stand we won’t be moved it’s a way of life.
A way of life.
You pulled me down again to the lowest point.
Never again.
Demand respect but I have nothing left to give.
Never again.
Recklessly placing faith in idle hands.
Losing sight of things that I hold so close.
My dreams once so bright
They burn to embers
I’m holding out for a better day.
I’m holding out.
I’m holding out for a better day
Things stay the same.
I’m so tired of trying to find a better way
I am running on empty.