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Two three four five six
Seven eight nine eight
Seven six five four
Two one and three
I would like to take back
Nothing I did or said
I was right and I know it
Hey you must not know 'bout me
I was ready to give up on everything
For the dreams that you’d see
Which did not see me
Luckily you fucked it
Now I can see it
The ways you lie to stay in safety
Please don’t count on me
To be silent, not quiet
That won’t be me
By the weekdays you made yourself
The voice of punk, now you call out
Poor kids for selling out
Weekends at your parent's house
All you do is talk shit on who's done wrong
No compassion
Use your privilege to build divisions
On which you can hold the crown
FCK punk if that's what it's become
And you’ll probably rag on me too
For faking hip hop
It's true
If anyone's gonna tell me
What it is to steal the hardship of somebody
As a tool to look cool
Well I really think that
That person
Should be
You
WRITERS
Amy Wright
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
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