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 their lives are worn 
How can one little street 
Swallow so many lives 
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 still lives at home 
Cause he's got no job 
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot 
Jay committed suicide 
Brandon OD'd and fuckin died 
What the hell is going on 
The cruelest dream, reality