Uphill Battle

Sometimes I feel like we've given all we've got,
and I'm tired of pretending I'm something that I'm not.
So what's the point if it's not the turth?
Different nights, same talk.
So hard to align our thoughts, and I'm tired of regretting another moment's lost.
This is my confession: that I'll never change,
and I won't back down again, or accept the blame.
No fronts, no compromising.
Let's risk it all.
Put our faults out on the table, even as we fall.
It's in our hands, this is where we stand.
It's in our hands, it's where we stand