Don’t know what I want, but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth
Calling out to all the kids
Sick of being tolerant
Who’s parents werent involved and
Always fed them empty promises
From elementary halls
To everyone whos off at colleges
I'm writing you this song
And I'ma start with this
I remember little stacy getting hated
'Cause of all the boys she dated
Daddy wasn't home
He’s stationed fighting in a war
He hated mommy’s getting bored of waiting
So she finds a boy replacement
Stacy meet ur father
Then we wonder why she’s so impatient
Another kid
Who’s mother hid him under all the covers
'Cause her husband tends to get too drunk
And sometimes he would push her
Now his papa was a trucker
He was fighting her for custody
Oh, and for their son well we
Can guess how he grew up to be
Don’t know what I want
But now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth
I'm not prophet
Exhausted from walking
The same fuckin path that my mom did
I love her, but God, I can’t watch myself
Hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in
I don’t owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up
And watching my back from ur stabbing
I'm actually glad that ur mad
I'm a nuisance, I speak for the kids that I help with my music, let’s do it
Don’t know what I want
But now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth
Don’t know what I want
But now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song, but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth