When I see you on the train. you only take a quick glance.
No you dont know me , but tell me your name. Lets take a chance.
Ask me out for coffee, lunch or dinner.
Yes I'd let you kiss me right now. We could both be sinners.
Ask for my number or just give me a smile.
Take a seat next to me and we'll speak for a while.
Instead you continue to take glances.
And we miss out on our chances.
Then either of our stops come up.
And we walk out on who knows maybe what could have been love.

We are the people that you created.
A generation going nowhere.
We are the kids that you hate.
Brought up by fear and paranoia.
The technology era,
distinguished by guns and violence.
Raised and spoiled;
aggression and hate the new emotions.
Alienated from each other.
Passion and empathy completely diminished.
A dystopian world,
ruled by liars and thieves.
Pain is coupled with pleasure.
Angst and depression consuming the minds.
Break away from the hate.
Become a better generation.
We are not the nowhere kids.