Here I am, once again,
I’m falling to pieces.
Yesterday, I thought I could,
But now I’m falling to pieces.
It may be cliché to say,
But I’m just a record that keeps skipping,
Somewhere between the chorus and the beginning.
I can never reach a resolution.
All I am asking for is a revolution.
I want to change something.
I want to make something.
I want to be someone.
We are a generation. The generation.
Future leaders of the world.
If my generation is anything like me,
The world had better brace itself for what it may become.
Come. Here I come. I’m diving in.
The sea is roaring, crashing, waves are breaking in.
How long has it been?
Still thrashing, starving for something to quench my thirst.
While I keep on drowning. Water all around me.
Meanwhile, my record keeps on skipping,
Yet something tells me to move on,
The hardest part is always the beginning.