Who are we? Do we even know, do we even care?
Does it bother you that your “friend” doesn’t know when you're there?
You say you love him, he messes with every girl he sees
Why do we say life’s a breeze?
It’s simple if you look around
And keep your eyes off the ground
Maybe one day we’ll all see what’s become of us
How we’ve lost so much trust
Within ourselves, within each other
Hell, most of us don’t even trust our own mother
This generation is dead
We’re all sick in the head
The world is at its ends
All we care about is setting new trends
Why will no one ever see?
This isn’t who we’re meant to be
We love, we hate
But we never create
No one will ever change who we are
For we are all too scared of what we could be, or just how far
Maybe we’re all just too blind to see
Who we really are, what we’ve become, what will this world be?
Who are we really…? Who are we really…?