• You fall, you break,
    you love, you hate,
    you cry, you laugh,
    you smile, you frown.
    You are the light in the darkness,
    or the darkness in this bright, bright world.
    You'll fall so far, you can't get up.
    You’ll hold on so tightly, you'll never fall.

    We sing, we scream,
    we live, we die,
    we feel, we believe,
    We're here to make a life.
    One that no one else can take,
    we're here to recreate ourselves,
    and that's the type of art we make.

    If it's writing or drawing, singing or dancing,
    loving or hating, showing people what we're made of...
    we're everything and nothing.

    We're the people that are popular, but hate the fakeness of it all.
    We're the people ignored, but long for some kind of love.
    We're the ones that stand for something, even though no one stood with us.
    We're the ones that let it all crash down, and are still struggling to get back up.
    We're the clowns in class, the doom and glooms at school,
    we're the snobs that you hate, the jocks that bully,
    the girls that b***h, the emos that whine, the friends you love and the enemies you wish would die.
    We're the role models that want to be you,
    we are people just like you.

    We are the Fallen, the art of many lives.
    We're the ones that stand, and never ever die.
    We're here for something, standing even if we're broken,
    even if no one else wants us to be seen.
    We'll be heard, we'll be smiling one of these days.
    We'll show the world that with diversity, there is unity,
    even with all the canyons and walls.