For the homeless, the hungry
The ganster, the priest
For the weak that hide behind a clever wall of deceit
For the sinners, the theif, and the over-achieved
The hurting and the lonely
We're all the same
Fragile
Yeah, my name is Fragile
Either on the street or in the light
I think
We're all the same
For the man with the briefcase
On top of his game
With still the little boy
Who's been trying to fit in
He was a loser on the playground
But a kenner in the class
Spent most of his life tryna cover up the past
But he's still the same
Fragile
We're all the same
Fragile
With the walls we build to hide away our pain
We're all the same
We refer to fears and tears and inconsisities
And mysteries only god could explain
By the way we are
And how we're living
How we try to hide how we are inside
In shame
We're all the same
How brave role models we can be
When we allow others to see
We're all the same
Fragile
We're all the same
Fragile
With the walls we build to hide away the pain
Either on the street or in the light
I think
We're all the same

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