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.

Someone. Anyone.

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.

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