And what the $#&@ do I know?
But broken hearts, some unsung songs
I never had it hard it enough

So I drag my feet as much as I can
The product of excuses
Brave only compared to some

I consider myself a lucky kid
But I'm pretty good at $#&@ing up
Young, Angry and White

A victim of the middle class
So much to prove
So much to say

When will I be done screaming?
Never take me seriously
Cause who the $#&@ am I

Just some awkward kid
From a %#@!ty town
No different than any of you

Quick with exaggeration
Philosopher to some
But a story teller to anyone

Who, is truly listening
I'm inspired by
The fact that I

Still get out of bed
I'm over dramatic
Most of the time

Attention !@^%,
Known to be I'll tempered
I got a way with $#&@ing words