There’s not enough of us to be this divided
I’m holding on and I’ve got…I’ve got a tight grip
I never thought someone could be this closed-minded
Your bullet is picking up speed (and heading for me) so I’ve got to bite it
I’m sick of the chip on your shoulder
Ignorance that should never have had any part in this
My blue sky had been clouding over
It’s taking its toll but I remember the things we used to hold
On pedestals so you will always know that I’m not afraid of the truth
There’s not enough of us to be this divided
Up to this point our views have never coincided
But when it comes down to the things we confide in
We know without this we’re lifeless
I won’t be caught dead or seen without my beliefs held high on top of pedestals