we're not polluted, just a little confused,
we're not vulgar, just a little anger,
we're not just another, we're one as a whole,
we're not gonna make it, but you're past it,
we're not the ones who failed, you're the ones who seems frailed,
we're living in it, you just passing in it,
we're never gonna be it, you will keep insisting on it,
we're different, you're just normal,
we're not a freak, but you will never give it a break,
our eyes have seen the glory, you will always face us with fury,
we're waking in the falling rain, braving the thing called pain,
you'll be on our heels, like a leech that you dont feel,
we're more than what you think,
but you will never be more than just a blink,
too sudden to noticed.
too insufficient to mattered.
youth of working class.
