i'm running down the road with a bottle in my hand don't know what i'm doing i think i'm going mad trying to tell myself that i'll be ok that's what i tell myself every single day i get gutted cos it seems that it always happens to me in the end i know i'll be ok it's a teenage fantasy
it's alright, i can take it it's alright, i don't care it's alright, i ain't crying it's alright
i thought there would be a change but i i was prove wrong the scum crawl from everywhere where does the scum belong but in the end i know i'll win i won't run away and hide i'll come back to face you all i won't swallow my pride