I see things happening, they fall before my eyes,
pretend Iīm blind like I could never see the heartache thatīs not mine,
fills my head, can I just laugh away the sights that tear my soul
and make me sick, no, I could never be so cold to look away and maybe hide,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Iīd like to think thereīs no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, itīs up to you
Wish I could be like you, indifferent to it all and lifeīs a joke,
sarcastic, cynical like everythingīs OK but it just wonīt work,
in life you have to choose to stay at home and hide or stand up and fight,
if caringīs my offense I proudly stand accused so how ībout you,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Iīd like to think thereīs no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, itīs up to you
Is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why Iīd like to think thereīs no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, itīs up to you
Itīs up to you,
itīs up to you,
itīs up to you,
itīs up to you,
itīs up to you,
itīs up to you