We All

With a gun to your head, You still wouldn't change the way you are. And I can see your callous dreams Are the reason for your greed. They are all the same - always Dying to attain success and wealthiness behind closed doors. We all Are fighting so hard to make you see That we all Want more than your superficial dreams. We are Most mysterious creatures To kill for what we believe. We all want more. So wrap your arms around me tight. I know it's hard for you to hear, But failure is just a part of life. It's harder than it seems. Because if we were meant to fly, Why are wings so hard to come by? So close the door (close the door). We all Are fighting so hard to make you see That we all Want more than your superficial dreams. We are Most mysterious creatures To kill for what we believe. We all want more. Left behind, Life is so unkind. Why even try?