I hate myself
And I berate myself
I slice open the wound that heals with time
I seek justice at a costly price
I point out the misfortunes of a time when
We were young, enough to cry, a life alive
They had raised us, made us who we are
Growing up, I look around at the unintended neglect Its all I see in this part of town
Now that guy has no morality, no sense of reality
Ooo
Now that guy has no morality, no sense of reality
He was singled out
He was singled out
The opposite end
Makes the daughter into a psycho bitch
The liquid is gold, unlike the moral
The sleep seems to be
The only thing living for, I hope you become
A sleeping beauty as guys drive by
They pass it up for good reason
Stop yawning, start caring, clean up the earth
But maybe start by starting with you.
