Now and then, I can't muster up a sense ofnAccomplishment or confidencenIt feels like I've been working for nothingnAnd more or less, all it does is bottle up nRegret and temperament nFor those I love and those I'm surroundingnn'Cause I have to remind myselfnThat this world cannot fix itself (oh, no)nnLearn to fightnLearn to hopenHold on for everything you havenBring back lifenBring back love nHold onto everyone you cannnHave you ever run right to your pedestalnThinking it would make you fullnAnd it turns out you've been conforming for nothingnYou wake up one day sitting at your desknWondering who could have made a messnThis heartless, this selfish, it's far too frighteningnnAnd I have to remind myselfnThat this world cannot fix itself (oh, no)nnLearn to fightnLearn to hopenHold on for everything you havenBring back lifenBring back love nHold onto everyone you can