You can always complain, blame it on fate, Bad luck or poor choices, that's what you create. But I choose to fight, every single day, In this world full of chaos, I will always stay true. Because honesty is rare, you know it's true, The truth is raw, but I won't fall into the blue. What you give is what you get, that's the deal, So I give my heart, that's how I feel. What's worse, the longing that remains, Or getting what you want, but it doesn't feel like freedom? The rest of your life, it...