Finding it so hard to remember
The last time that I did something right
Or even kind
Yet it's still so hard to remember
Why I should even care
Why people stare
So raise your arms so proud
You're not a cardboard cutout
Maybe not so great to remember
Points such as who and what we are
We've come so far
I accept that I feel nothing
It's right just to correct all that I've done
So raise your arms so proud
You're not a cardboard cutout
Is that what we've become?
Give just a little bit
Give everything that's usual
Give us all that you take into
Give just a little bit
Is this how it feels so
I'll cut you off
So raise your arms so proud
You're not a cardboard cutout
Is that what we've become?
Or in the enduring it won
Who you really are...