No Matter

No matter how we place the blame
There are still pieces on the floor
Someone's got to pick them up before

It's too late and innocent feet have bled on our behalf
Our reluctance to sweep away our bitterness and hostility
Can't you see?
we're all at fault for something.

No matter how we play the game
We're still fighting for an edge
Someone's failing while you're up ahead

Forging through the emptiness, too sly to rest
And just behind, the weaker one bows his head
Your goal is near, what of empathy?
Can't you see?
we're all at fault for something.

Oh, I don't want to be cold.
Much rather see these happy things for you and me
Won't live a life of apathy
From my heart: my apologies.

No matter how hard I try
I still fall a little short
Got to try a little more
There's always more that I can be.