Youth |
You're unreliable, you're no one to depend on and I don't trust you.
You make me feel bad, you make me feel sad.
You make me wanna cry, you make me wanna die.
Where's the end ?
Where's the stop sign ?
Maybe I am losing my mind.
They are my role models, they influence me.
They make me feel great.
But you make me feel hate.
Sorry, but that's the truth.
And I'm sorry again, because this is my youth.
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