The Kids

I am alive on the outside,

But my souls broke, I'm dead inside,

My heart has scars and black blood flows,

We'll do some drugs and fall in love,

While this fuckin' world just shrugs with no thought logically,

I'm walking these streets so aimlessly,

I hate so see these kids being put down so painlessly,

But I can't help I'm just the same you see,

And people hate because you dye your hair,

or wear black clothes and wear tight jeans, it doesn't mean,

that you can't dream or like loud music,

Kids you have a choice, you have a voice,

And just because they showed no love and hate on us,

It doesn't mean that you can't scream,

So watch me thrust this word called trust through my head until it bust,

And now this love then hate, Fuck it's tearing me away,

It's hard to say that we're all the same,

It's hard times like these that never change,

Now you're pissed at the fact your father's an addict,

Your only friend takes pills because he thinks it cures sadness,

I'm not here to scare or make these kids panic,

I just think it's tragic the way our youth have it.

and everybody sins and it all begins,

But it goes back around because really nobody ever wins.

and your friends stab you in the back,

Everybody needs to relax..

It all just hits so close to home,

We've all got friends but we're all alone,

and you're on your own from a fucked up home,

You keep the truth inside and it stays unknown.

Nostalgia hits and its time to quit, everybody acts like I don't mean shit.

and your friend will forget you just to fuck some girl,

put your hands in the air and scream fuck the world!