Questions without any answers
Too young to understand it
The world isn't for people like you
Standard case of empty-handed
So let the children have it
And send them off to black eye show and tell
Hands are sweating in your trousers
Staring at the ground while they're looking at the holes in your shoes
Cancer, domestic disaster
You learned to put your hands up
Because it was what you were taught to do
I wanna be like everyone else
Be anyone but myself
Life is easy when you're beautiful
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
If I can't be you, then fuck you
Life is empty with your pocket full
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
Oh that's what they tell you, fuck you
Left you, waving in the rearview
Standing by the door
To the sound of "he can't hurt you anymore"
Fast food, wrapped in black and white news
Eaten on the floor
In a rented three-bedroom for four
I wanna live like everyone else
Be anyone but myself
With smiling faces in family portraits
By the trophies on my shelf
I wanna live like everyone else
Be anyone but myself
Life is easy when you're beautiful
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
If I can't be you, then fuck you
Life is empty with your pocket full
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
Oh that's what they tell you, fuck you
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
Life is easy when you're beautiful
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
If I can't be you, then fuck you
Life is empty with your pocket full
Life's not fair but it's nearly over
Dying's cheaper than growing older
Oh that's what they tell you, fuck you
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