When we were young the future was so bright

The old neighborhood was so alive

And every kid on the whole damn street

Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn

The kids are grown up

But there lives are worn

How can one little street swallow so many alive?

Chorus:

Chances thrown

Nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still it's hard

Hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did

Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids

Mark stays at home cuz he's got no job

He just plays guitar for a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide

Brandon OD'd and died

What the hell is going on?

The cruelest dream, reality