It’s not my fault what you did with your life
It’s not my fault that your dreams died with addiction
This was never about who was better than who
But I got out and you never changed
But fuck that town it gets the best of:
The young, hopeful, bright eyed, lonesome, daring, fearless
Fucked up… they ant going nowhere
Still begging for a chance but lacking motivation...
Still searching for a reason for being born...
Some would say the few, the proud, the worthless
But this ones for the blind from broken homes
Remember when? Remember when?
You said, you did anything... anything
That fucking mattered...
