And if I make it through today,
Will tomorrow be the same?
Am I just running in place?
And if I stumle and I fall,
Should I get up and carry on?
Will it all just be the same?
Cause I'm Young and I'm Hopeless,
I'm lost and I know this,
I'm going nowhere fast, that's what they say.
That I'm troublesome, I'm fallen,
I'm angry at my father,
It's me against this world, and I don't care.