We are the cutters
Crying and weeping
We are the lovers
Searching and seeking
We are strong
But soft to the touch
We are happy
But not too much
We create friends
'Cause they don't come easy
We are almost at end
With the problems you see
We never go home
And wouldn't if we could
We don't feel alone
Just misunderstood
We are teenagers at a glance
Looking and praying
For one more chance
Standing not straying
We aren't trouble
Nor are we perfect
We live in a bubble
But we know we're worth it
We are the future
It's easy to see
That we will go further
Just you, you, and me