| And don’t we all just want to thrive
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| In a warm and loving place?
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| We dreamed, we sang, we swore forever
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| But now our hearts have worn
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| We didn’t ask for war
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| (This is not the end)
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| (This is not the end)
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| This is not the end!
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| This is not the end!
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| When we started up this idol group, two years ago
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| Our songs were mocked if not ignored (And the names that they called us, oh!)
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| We should have known that we would have our rivals (Uh-uh-oh)
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| And, by our rivals fans
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| We were dragged through someone’s spit on the floor
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| Sometimes it hurts so bad that I don’t want to get up so
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| Build, in us, a dream
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| That’s worth great suffering
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| That a heart might come to grow
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| And that that has some sort of meaning
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| Make for us a journey
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| That’s worth crying for
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| That a heart might come to know
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| That it is valued and adored
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| This is not the end
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| This is not the end
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| This is not the end
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| Keep singing
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| This is not the end
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| Start up the second year
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| Two members quit, right here
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| But I don’t blame them with no fans to show
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| Then it happened: something that we can’t explain (Uwah-uh-a-ah)
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| Offered a gig that led to fame!
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| They were chanting our names and we were finally idolized
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| We were voted to perform on the Top Ten Idol stage
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| Finally all our hard hard work started to pay off so
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| Build, in us, a dream
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| That’s worth great suffering
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| That a heart might come to grow
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| And that that has some sort of meaning
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| Make for us a journey
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| That’s worth crying for
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| That a heart might come to know
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| That it is valued and adored
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| I guess I’m trying to say that I’ve come to believe
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| That this life’s not meant to be easy
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| Like there’s a reason for our suffering
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| Like there’s a reason we should chase these dreams
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| I guess I’m trying to say that I’ve come to believe
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| That pain is, ultimately, there
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| To show us value
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| To show it’s worth us being here
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| Now, back to the story
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| Yeah, it gets a little dark, from here
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| I remind you all
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| This is not the end. |
| This is not the end
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| When the bomb went off, back stage
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| We were sitting pretty far away
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| The bomb was hidden in our baggage
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| And the world wanted someone to blame
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| Everyone pointed right at us
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| But we were framed, we didn’t cause their pain
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| We lost all our loving fans
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| And that love had turned to hate
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| And now we’re here, on our third year
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| To give it one more shot to redeem our name
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| Some members left and that’s okay
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| It’s a pretty dark world, out there, today
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| Every time we step into this place
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| This school, this nightmare of hate
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| We gotta put up with the wrongs
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| That we didn’t create
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| I can’t even count the days
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| Where all I want to do is sleep
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| hold my pillow tight against my face
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| while I scream and weep
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| I can’t even count the times I’ve
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| seen someone spit in my food
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| I can’t even count the times we’ve
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| been pushed around, and bruised
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| I wish it all would go away
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| (Y'know I wish it all would go away)
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| I wish it all would go away
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| (Wish it all would go away)
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| (So — Please.)
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| Build, in us, a dream
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| That’s worth great suffering
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| That a heart might come to grow
|
| And that that growth has some sort of meaning
|
| Make for us a journey
|
| That’s worth crying for
|
| That a heart might come to know
|
| That it is valued and adored
|
| I guess I’m trying to say that I’ve come to believe
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| That this life’s not meant to be easy
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| Like there’s a reason for our suffering
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| Like there’s a reason we should chase these dreams
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| I guess I’m trying to say that I’ve come to believe
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| That pain is, ultimately, there
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| To show us value
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| To show it’s worth us being here |