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