Letras: Death Is Not Glamorous. Wide Eyes. The Fallback.

If you hate your job, then you've gotta quit, if you hate the city
then you've gotta split. It's not so hard to cut those ties and cut
away. Just know: your friends are always behind you. Where
ever you go, they'll always be there, like you were always there
for them, so thank you. For giving me hope, and making me
go headstrong, heartstrong, and all out. And sometimes it's
like Blake said (it best) when he wrote, "Did that no one ever
live a life this hard?" 'Cause it gets hard, and it gets bleak, and
sometimes you've gotta go it alone. But see it through, brave
the storm and you'll see that, come dawn, your friends are all
behind you