So tell me how to live my life and what's expected of us What does it take to fit the mould and how you choose to fill these faded misconceptions? I can't remember the last time we talked about other things Than mortgages and having kids But Does it hurt to be like you? The weight lies heavy on you, pressing down your shoulders and back 'No clue what causes it though', I guess I don't understand all these burdens So please tell me now: what do you know? If this is what shines, what makes it gold? If this is the light, what makes it gold? We all sacrifice our own ideals and We all sacrifice our made up values We all sacrifce our own It makes it gold I'm breaking out of this outdated way of how things should be Your values seem so obsolete And It sure must hurt to be like you The more you age it seems like you're settling for anything less Deliberately giving up while fading in anticipated purpose So tell me again: what do you know? I'm not giving in, I'm sure as hell not giving in I'm not giving in What makes it gold