Straight upnnJust take a look around, look what you're leaving behindnGet rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alivenFold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it outnNot with your suicide, but with a dreamnWe'll all singnWe'll all hail the endnnHigh hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember..nThat broken chairs aren't vessels for escapenThey're just reminders of what we wastennAnd all this talk of dying...take a look aroundnWe all feel, like dying, sometimesnBut the, courage to go on, to keep livingnIs the more admirable choicennHigh hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remembernThat broken chairs aren't vessels for escapenThey're just reminders of what we wastenAll all is talk of dying, is..just getting old...nnStraight upnnWe are herenTo give you, the chancenTo turn your, broken heartsnInto smiles again