you
were living your life like an angel did everything that your life said now you
changed your life intentions ran away from home and shaved your head you were
tired of living your life restricted under your parents wings the weight of the
world is on your shoulders you’re not running from anything... now you’re on
your own far away from home you go out at night and thrash to make points on
the punk point graph trying to prove a point to your family living in a car
with a gold spoon in your mouth you get sick, the dirt is thick you return to
home where the showers are always free... the house is warm, now stay inside
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