Tekstovi: Hawk Nelson. The One Thing I Have Left.

Will someone please radio for help?
'Cause I think I'm allergic to myself
And they think they can throw us all away
We gotta stop it before it's all too late

There's got to be a better way
They dissect everything we say
To try to make us feel this way

And you can take the one thing I have left
I'd give it all away for so much less
Can even take the heart inside my chest
Woah, woah

And you can take the one thing I have left
Beat me to the ground and take my breath
But you can't take who I am
Woah, woah

And I swear we were born to let you down
We scream but never make a sound
We point but don't know which direction
We are America right now

There's got to be a better way
They dissect everything we say
To try to make us feel this way

And you can take the one thing I have left
I'd give it all away for so much less
Can even take the heart inside my chest
Woah, woah

And you can take the one thing I have left
Beat me to the ground and take my breath
But you can't take who I am
Woah, woah

Well, how can I be the same? How can I say the blame?
How come I am so tired of all these charades?
How can I be the one? How can I hold the gun?
How can I see if everyone else is to blame?

Hey, hey, don't want to be the
Hey, hey, don't want to see the
Hey, hey

'Cause we point the finger
Think everyone else is to blame, blame
Everyone else is to blame