We are the kids of yesterday.
Its still us; Our hair is just gray...
The wounds appear in an arranged future.
when the first event occur...
Nobody's listening (to you)
Dear girl, so shriveled in time...
When something seems flawless;
Perfect hair, stunning smile...
Looking through a picture frame
seeing all of the shame...
It is our time, it can never be over,
That is what they said, it is like the saint days...
Men and Mascara is all she needs
Fulfilling a promise of dirty deeds...
The Richs think sun's theirs,
unlike the unfortunates...
What do u see when u look at me
is it who I wanna be...
All are talking
about releasing...
Father, father!
I have grown breasts...
He lies when he speaks,
even if he's just joking...