If this world doesn't take your hand, it will only knock 
you down. 
If you won't pick yourself up, maybe you don't belong on 
your feet. 
I had to learn this the hard way, and I'll never be the 
same. 
For every sleepless night kept up by thoughts of better 
things, I can name a million better memories. 

Death is certain, and that's for sure. It's up to us what 
happens before. x2

One day not too far from now, this is gonna have to end. 
I will not just sit around, and ask where my life went.


Recite your memories. Hold on to your friends. Cling to 
the times you shared. Love what you did. x2

And with every passing day, we're throwing up our fists. 
This feels right to us, live it to the fullest.