We the people fight for our existence, we don't claim to be perfect but we're free

We dream our dreams alone with no resistance, faded like the stars we wish to be
You know I didn't mean what I just said, but my God woke up on the wrong side of his bed

And it just don't matter now..
Little by little, we gave you everything you ever dreamed of as

Little by little the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off

Little by little you have to live it all in all your life

And all the time I just ask my self why are you really here?
True perfection has to be imperfect, i know that that sounds foolish but it's true

The day has come and now you'll have to accept the life inside your head we gave to you.