Waking up in the midday sun, what’s to live for?
You could see what I’ve don, staring at emotion.
In the light of day I was running from the things that you’d say.
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus.
Running around like a clown on purpose.
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you're yound and you want some.
We are not what you think we are.
We are golden.
