Texty: Impossibles. Stand up>Fall Down>Get Crushed.

did you forget all about me?
has the same never happened to you?
pushed the knife into my back
just so hard that it went right through
and we keep pushing on
pressing our backs to the wall
said I'd never come back here
like cutting my cheek on a broken tooth
stand up, fall down, get crushed
repeating the mistakes of my youth
and we keep moving on,
and I keep moving on

we put the past behind us
forget the things it taught us
until we become the same people
that once betrayed our trust
once you start decieving, you stop believing