A guy stands up on the bus
His feet are planted, but his legs are shaking
And he looks at us
He's not gonna be a target anymore
Strength in numbers has him in his seat again
As I listen to Millencolin
I didn't do anything
Maybe thats the problem
It seems like thats the way today
Mind your business and you'll get away
From the problems that are really your own
We can't keep leavin this to the kids help phone
Coming from the shade
Heading to what they think is glory
But still just a worthless face
There are many songs
Trying to end this horror story
But there's still people suiciding
When are we gonna listen up?
When are we not gonna fuck things up
In 20 years I'll wanna see him
His wife, his kids, his brand new home
I'll wanna say sorry, but I'm scared of saying it
While laying flowers on his tomb stone
No one understands the probability
Of this happening in their own town
Then their ignorance lets it happen
Another global letdown
All I need's a second chance
To help one guy regain his stance
I hope he'll see that I'm a changed man
After all everyone deserves a second chance