Here we are,
We’re fighting again,
Dang it all,
We’re yelling again.
For the twentieth time,
You’re cursing at me,
Our friends are pissed,
But they don’t see.
That on the inside,
We’re coming undone,
We’re the leader of our gangs,
We’re supposed to be tough.
But instead we’re falling apart,
Our yelling hides our broken hearts,
For tough is just a mask you see,
We’re really kids with broken dreams.
No amount of fighting can heal the pain,
But still we try and try in vain,
We pretend that our problem is each other,
But really it’s our fathers and mothers.
We pretend that we’re invincible,
We think that we can handle it all,
But tough is just a mask you see,
We’re broken kids with broken dreams.
