They live every day and night
As though it is their last,
Unaware that there's a future or a past.
Unawareness is their shield,
Their coat of arms,
Oblivious to their and others' harm
As they tear tiny pieces from each other,
Searching for what they want.
Ah, to be a teenager again.
As though it is their last,
Unaware that there's a future or a past.
Unawareness is their shield,
Their coat of arms,
Oblivious to their and others' harm
As they tear tiny pieces from each other,
Searching for what they want.
Ah, to be a teenager again.
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