We just want our own space so that we can be free,
Just kids trying to be as happy as can be,
Trying not to think about our own society,
We just want to be free.

Give us a river,
Give us a meadow,
All just for us,
Im sorry old fellow,
But you've had your chance,
This one is ours,
This is a meadow filled with young flowers,
Getting away from the world you've devoured,
Its alright,
Its our hour

We just want our own space so that we can be free,
Dont take away our tranquility,
Or we might die,
Anxiety,
at an all time high,
Its not a joke,
Its called suicide,
Something we should never do,
But its still contemplated by me and you