He has an ache to be something,
a fire inside him that's burning.
He's struggling for the unknown.
He sees no future, he sees no hope.
Still he's struggling for an undefined goal.
And it may sound stupid and seem vain
but trust me when I tell you that he's going to make it.
Someday, maybe not today.
But someday he'll be known by his name;
the guy who never gave up,
a guy who earned it.
A guy who did it even when he turned blind.
A guy who surpassed everything with a smile.

He's struggling
and he'll emerge as the first ray of light
that sends away the darkness
giving the little bud a new life.

So many different phobias in this world
and here I am
scared of you.

Let's break all the rules and laws of this society
and grow old with creative minds and young hearts
living in the worlds created by our demons
without the fear of getting lost or falling apart.

Every person has a personal hellhole
where they hide under the sheets of dark
and share their sorrows with the unknown.
A place where they feel welcomed when
the whole world seems to fall apart.
A place where all the depressed and lonely
meet each other with broken hearts.
There's a hellhole that's far away from this world
that feels like heaven despite all the wrath.

Maybe when this is all over
and the children will sleep peacefully at night,
we'll sit around the burning fire that
would be made out of  the bones of the dead
and sing the love songs underneath the open sky
as a tribute to those who have left.

We are just a couple of teenagers
with our dreams wild like our hearts.
We don't go with the flow or according
to the customs of our society.
We live for freedom,
we live for ourselves,
we live for living.
And we'll do everything and
anything that we are told not to.
We'll smoke and get high
We'll run and attempt to fly.
We'll wear our hearts on our sleeves.
Let it break down, break down into a million pieces.
And then we'll search different ways
to mend it and satisfy ourselves with
lies and more wine.
But don't worry for us, we'll survive.
Don't waste your time thinking,
"What are they going to do?"
for we will fall down and rise up again
we'll discover the whole universe
on our own.
So Ma'am, let us go like the summer wind
but never forget us.
We are just a couple of wild teenagers.