Our Generation?
You complain,
You trash me and my generation.
Bad kids, thinking bad things.
When I was a kid we didn't do that, you say.
Back in the day we didn't think that, you say.
You're so blind
You only seen the wrong we've done,
But you refuse to see the struggles we go through, the pain we
feel, and the rejection we face.
"Why do you hate school?"
"Why do you eat so much?"
"Why do lay in bed all day?"
I"M HIDING,
We're all hiding,
in our hopes
in our dreams
in our music
and in our bed
We hide, we run, we sleep.
We can't help it,
We're just the aftermath of what you've
created.
