I won't try so hard
To be built up then put down
I wont turn the other cheek
When you throw my work to the ground
I know you would rather
Do anything but fight
But I can tell you think
That I am dumb and not right
In a while
I'll be true
I wish the best of luck
To you
Feeling fatigued
From no agency
I can't stand the way
You always compare me
I may young but I
Try not be that naive
You don't have any time for this
Well I don't have any time to grieve
In a while
I'll be true
I wish the best of luck
To you