If we're not doing this for each other, we shouldn't do it Because once the passion's gone, the desire's gone And we might as well give up It's so hard to find a place for yourself When you're constantly displaced and replaced by perfection Deserving doesn't seem to mean anything To those serving the purpose When they have everything and you have nothing Not even the most vivid imagination Could scheme a dream to change it Dealing with the pain simply means Standing to withstand anything Never kneeling to the forced feeling of failure