The young man goes through the days
Just trying to find new ways...

We've live life as if there will always be
Yet another day...

In the end does it really matter
What I do...

Behind those blue eyes
That everyone seems to much despise...

I feel a pulling on my heart
As if we're being torn apart...

What makes a hero of a guy?
That's just the same as you and I...

There's a pretty girl over there
She doesn't seem to notice...