I say plenty
Insufficient
You say any, but not this one
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones you left behind
All their reasons, not excuses
Your suggestions, for solution
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones you left behind
I’m on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it alone
I’m on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us
Their reasons, not excuses
Your assumptions, retribution
Just think of the way you treat
The freaks that you think you meet
You’re the ones that are losing your souls
Wearing things that they tell you are right
Just remember the way you fight
When someone starts judging your life
I’m on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it alone
I’m on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us
We struggle in ways
You missed your comfortable days
And you say that, we’re ready for more
I fight in a place
crowded with bad memories
And you’re giving me more
Than i’ll ever be ready for
I’m on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it alone
I’m on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us
I’m on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it alone
I’m on the side of the ones
You read about
You hear about
You make us