I always waste my time just wondering
what the next man thinks of me
I'll never do exactly what I want
And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance

I feel forgotten
Feel like rotting
(Do you feel the same?)
Adolescence
just cant make sense
(its calling my name)

I take a look around
at all the things I found
I call it blind hatred
and if you'd stop awhile
and maybe if you'd smile
you would realize that we're all the same

its just like our brain
when it goes insane
we feel the same pain

all my life I've seem to have this need
I think at times it even turns to greed
we all want to join some family
we'll even sacrafice a moral changing