Sit around feeling negated, tired of being told what to doHave to listen to continual hatred, you can count me outWhat you got to prove?
What a way to spend prime timeTell me I don't knowIn a state of rebellionToo much stuff of my own
These tensions kill one's beingRebellion means nothing
A wasted life with something to proveA wasted life with something to proveA wasted life, a waste of lifeA wasted life with nothing to prove
Look around, always beratedThe sick situation at handAll to do is continue complainingWhat things to cry aboutYour selfish demands
I'm too old to spend my timeConcerned about these affairsHad my share of rebellionIt got me totally nowhere
Aggression solves nothingThese tensions kill one's being
A wasted life with something to proveA wasted life with something to proveA wasted life, a waste of lifeA wasted life with nothing to prove
There is no detour from the hard roadNo deviation from the pathOne has to reach some destinationDon't walk around in the dark (in the dark)
A wasted life with something to proveA wasted life with something to proveA wasted life, a waste of lifeA wasted life with nothing to prove
A wasted life with nothing to prove
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