Im running away every day
More and more words to say
I guess things will never be okay
Water soon to be a hot commodity
Ten years at most till we trade bodys
For a drink and everyones an enemy
The elders scarred my back and ripped out my heart
Abusers who feathered and tarred every upstart
They partied while the childs life fell apart
I hate them all no love left, ***** soon to be in our court
But the ***** ****** flat and the coach said we fell short
We could've built a future but instead they made it sport
Well they won and their children lost
Never did care about us and that hurts the most
Or maybe what hurts is that I won't mourn the ghost
And if you think kids these days are just lazy I'll be ******* on your grave in the ruins that are left to us