wasted youth
that's all we are
the wasted youth
the ugly lies
the ugly truth
smoking pot
and cutting red
unloyal people
inside our bed
and no one cares
about a crying teen
who gets beaten down
who screams and screams
that's all we are
the wasted youth
the ugly lies
the ugly truth
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