They said we were the 'Good Kids,'
The 'Lion Hearted', the 'Heros.'
Yet here we stand, with blood on our hands,
Tripping over our own skin.
They said that we could make it,
And we believed we could.
But just one word and we fell.
How are we supposed to win?
When we've already failed.
Defeated,
Rejected, torn up, and alone.
If we are the good kids...
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"Hero" - Pegboard Nerds
