When we were young the future was so bright 

The old neighborhood was so alive 

And every kid on the whole damn street 

Was gonna make it big and not be beat 

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn 

The kids are grown up 

But their lives are worn 

How can one little street 

Swallow so many lives 

Chances thrown 

Nothing's free 

Longing for what used to be 

Still it's hard 

Hard to see 

Fragile lives, shattered dreams 

Jamie had a chance, well she really did 

Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids 

Mark still lives at home 

Cause he's got no job 

He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot 

Jay committed suicide 

Brandon OD'd and fuckin died 

What the hell is going on 

The cruelest dream, reality