Does it get better with the times? Or do you acclimate your life Why don't it aggravate your mind? Why aren't you sick of all these crimes? Why don't I ever see you cry? Why's it so hard to say goodbye? It's all a part of growing older that we go on with our lives But it feels like a fire and it hurts till I'm tired And it feels like a fire and it burns till I'm tired You say we have our own stories no one is better or right You tell me write your own story and it's my duty to fight You say behold your own beauty and everything will feel right You say it's all in the journey and none of this yours or mine When it hurts like a fire Wont you let it inspire When it hurts like a fire Wont you sing with the choirs