its not my fault what you did with your life. its 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 aint 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.
