Life is fighting, your pushing and surviving again.
Pain seems like comfort and even (oh and oh) you wonder.
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth fighting for?
Where are you going?
What are you, what are you living for?
Faking your laughter, and your hating, it's coming after you.
You can run you can hide, if you live you will die.
It's somewhere inside, it's somewhere inside of you.
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth fighting for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth dying for?
Where are you going?
What are you, what are you living for?
You can't fight this, hope is rising.
You can't fight this, hope is rising.
You can't fight this, hope is rising.
You can't fight this, hope is rising.
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth fighting for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth dying for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth fighting for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth dying for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth fighting for?
Where are you going?
What are you living for?
Is there something more, worth dying for?
Where are you going?