Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again
Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you?
‘Cause there’s a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the Fourth of July
