Just three words to right the wrong,
One simple phrase, two hands to play along.
Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives,
We play with sharper blades, run them through our sides.
Drop innocence, use common sense,
Protect yourself, forget your friends,
Kill the lights, walk out the door, time complicates, we’re not kids anymore.
There’s not a price to pay to replace our trust
Count the passing days,
Time can’t rebuild what’s lost.
We are not the same,
We’ll never be the same.
We are not the same.