It's open season, on people with feelings 

They're beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends 

It's not a phase, the times have changed 

This world is turning numb to pain 

It's open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame 



Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading 

I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting 

But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty 

But it¹s getting hard to stay real 

Like it or not we¹re all to blame 



It's open season, on people with feelings 

They¹re beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends 

It¹s not a phase, we¹re all involved, along the way we¹re all a part 

It¹s open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame 



Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading 

I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting 

But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty 

But it¹s getting hard to stay real 

Like it or not we¹re all to blame 



Hoping, waiting, I¹m holding out for honesty 

The cold hands, the harmful trends, are making hope hard to believe