Guiltlessness was stolen from me
Who do I blame? I'm surrounded by thieves
It seems that we're all carrying
A heavy baggage of unfortunate things
We are the bearers of bad news
Bad news, bad news, bad news
You can choose what you gain
You can't choose what you lose
Pointing fingers and looked at different
Is that the concept of special treatment?
But I know what you think
That I'm useless, that I'm weak
Why do they state the obvious?
I know I'm missing something.
I am and so are you
We're not special or different.