Recycled Youth

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed Me in my room Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along I am you Recycled youth Calling out to all the kids Sick of being tolerant Who's parents weren't involved and always fed them empty promises From elementary halls to everyone who's off at colleges I'm writing you this song and I'mma start with this I remember little Stacy getting hated Cuz of all the boys she dated Daddy wasn't home he's stationed fighting in a war he hated Mommy's getting bored of waiting so she finds a boy replacement Stacy meet your father then we wonder why she's so impatient Another kid Who's mother hid him under all the covers Cuz her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push her Now his papa was a trucker he was fighting her for custody Oh and for their son well we can guess how he grew up to be Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed Me in my room Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along I am you Recycled youth I'm not a prophet Exhausted from walking The same fuckin' path that my mom did I love her but god I can't watch myself Hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in I don't owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up and watching my back from your stabbing I'm actually glad that you're mad I'm a nuisance I speak for the kids that I help with my music, let's do this Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed Me in my room Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along I am you Recycled youth Recycled youth Recycled youth Recycled youth Recycled youth Yeah