i get money then blow it all,
buying cheap beer and cheap drugs.

it's sad if you think about it,
reality is so dull we need these things.

i'm scared about the future,
so i run and hide in the night.

first time i felt anything real,
it was thrown back in my face.

i want to grow up.
i don't want to grow up.

i'm trapped forever.
i don't want to be free.

i want to wake up,
but i'm already asleep.