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Well i never lived through the great depression |
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Somethimes i feel as though i did |
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And i don't have answers for every single question |
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But that's ok 'cos i'm just a kid |
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Well i've seen pictures of my mother |
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When she looked exactly like me |
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And i've seen all my friends running for cover |
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Running from something they can't see |
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And it's not easy to get handle on my life |
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But i have tried it time and time again |
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But i still cry just like a baby |
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And i answer back to feel a little free |
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And i still fly even though i'm gonna fall |
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But i'm too far to let it get to me |
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Well i'm not much like my generation |
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Their music only hurts my ears |
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And i don't hide my pain to save my reputation |
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It's too hard to keep up with these years |
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And it's not easy to a habit disappear |
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But i have tried it time and time again |
