I'm too young to be taken seriously.
But I'm too old to believe all this hypocrisy.
"Life don't make any sense to me".
These words are strapped inside my head.
Tell me to run before I'm dead!
How long will it take them to notice that I'm gone?
And I wonder how far it'll take me to run away.
Wasn't it you that made me run away?
I was just trying to be myself,
you go your way I'll meet you in hell.