Sit around feeling negated
Tired of beinī told what to do
Have to listen to continual hatred
You can count me out
What you got to prove
What a way to spend prime time
Tell me I donīt know
In a state of rebellion
Too much stuff of my own
These tensions kill oneīs being
Rebellion means nothing
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life a waste of life
A wasted life with nothing to prove
Look around always berated
The sick situation at hand
All to do is continue complaining
What things to cry about
Your selfish demands
Iīm too old to spend my time
Concerned about these affairs
Had my share of rebellion
It got me totally nowhere
Aggression solves nothing
These tensions kill oneīs being
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life a waste of life
A wasted life with nothing to prove
There is no detour from the hard road hard road
No deviation from the path
One has to reach some destination destination
Donīt walk around in the dark in the dark
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life with something to prove
A wasted life a waste of life
A wasted life with nothing to prove
A wasted life with nothing to prove
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