Youth is hardly ever given a choice, pushed through the grind until their innocence fades away.
I've become a wooden horse on the carousel of life, a jumbled mess of lifeless emotion.
Infused with frantic energy, I spin ever faster...
I hope you know we had everything
And you broke me and left these pieces
I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and
I want you to lose like I lose when I play
what could have been