Finding it so hard to remember The last time that I did something right Or even kind Yet it's still so hard to remember Why I should even care Why people stare
So raise your arms so proud You're not a cardboard cutout
Maybe not so great to remember It points out just who and what we are We've come so far Did I accept that I feel nothing? It's my chance to correct all that I've done
So raise your arms so proud You're not a cardboard cutout
Is that what you've become?
Give, just a little bit Give, everything that you could Give, is all that I Give, you take and you Give, just a little bit Is this how it feels to owe?
So raise your arms so proud You're not a cardboard cutout Is that what we've become? But in the end who really won? Who really won?
