Tragedies describe living in this town   Growing up without a trace of childhood   From one to ten to ten to thirty   Your life is ending, one minute at a time      Minutes pass, feels like hours   Eyelids heavy, I can't move   Drunk with power, I'm powerless   Dead to a world that never cared      Frequencies never quite on the dial   Represent a generation without cause   From neglect to abuse to total conflict   Your life is ending one breath at a time      It's easy to walk away but today made the difference   It's easy to walk away but today made the difference   It's easy to walk away, but I won't. And I didn't.