What are we doing here, who are we trying to be? Do we follow our dreams and live in poverty? Do we sell out for the sake of conformity? That just never sat right with me.
Cause I get stuck on always writing these songs for the boy who's alone and thinks the best of this is gone. I obsess on writing these lines on making all the kids cry and getting them stuck in the back of their minds.
Cause I've fucking bled for this. I've felt the pulse beneath my beating chest. You have the nerve to look down on me and say you're happy with this mess?
Say what you want about me and my friends, we've given everything for this and we'd give it again. We're ok now we've said goodbye to your false sense of living a real life. Say what you want about me and my friends, we've given everything for this and we'll give it again. We're ok now we've said goodbye, to yesterday and all your lies.
What are you doing here? It's fucking clear to me, that every word you spits full of hypocrisy. We never needed you, we won't give up on our dreams, won't fucking rot and die a part of your society. Cause I got sick of always feeling alone like I had no home and no place that I could call my own. So live your bullshit looking down on me lives and I'll continue to be just fine.
Say what you want about me and my friends, we've given everything for this and we'd give it again. We're ok now we've said goodbye, to yesterday and you're a fucking liar.