I lay awake at night, and watch the fan spin over my head.
It's never given peace of mind. I'm still not sure how this life of mine should end.
I just need a hint, a clue to point me down the right road.
I'm tired of this shit. I'm sick of feeling like I'm all alone.

30 minutes pass. The fan blades keep on spinning on,
and I close my eyes at last, as I write the words to every song I own.

So keep your head up, kid. You're not alone anymore.
I swear we'll find something to even out the score.
And keep your head up, kid.
We're not alone anymore.

I'm losing sight of me, and all the things that define who I am.
It's something that I need to validate all the words I've said,
and I'm getting worse. It feels like I've aged years these past few months,
and it fucking hurts to feel that I won't ever be enough.

3 hours pass. The fan blades keep on spinning on,
and the tears dry out at last, as I sing the words to every song I wrote.

So keep your head up, kid. You're not alone anymore.
I swear we'll find something to even out the score.
And keep your head up, kid.
We're not alone anymore.

We're not the broken. We're the kids that have been bent and bruised.
Our words won't go unspoken. We're tired of being shot down and used.
We're not the broken. We're the kids that have been bent and bruised.
Our words won't go unspoken, cause this time we won't be refused.
We're not the broken. We're the kids that have been bent and bruised.
Our words won't go unspoken. We're tired of being shot down and used.
We're not the broken. We're the kids that have been bent and bruised.
Our words won't go unspoken, cause this time we won't be refused!


So keep your head up, kid. You're not alone anymore.
I swear we'll find something to even out the score.
And keep your head up, kid.
We're not alone anymore.