We are a bunch of artists enclosed in four walls full of numbers, and word problems which we dimly understand.
We are a bunch of singers listening a tedious voice that continues to confuse us.
We are a bunch of writers ignoring the misconceptions of individuality.
We are a bunch of athletes aspiring to breathe the air behind those windows.
We are a bunch of artists drawing the silhouette of a future that never arrives.We are wild souls,we are what they let us be,we are the ones who scream,we are the ones who are silent.We are the ones that want to say, we are not kids.