Nobody knows the truth
Nobody appriciates youth
Nobody sees gain
Coming out of pain
Nobody hears songs
Coming out of wrongs
Nobody feels love
All they feel is stuff
I cannot believe
People don’t appreciate what they achieve
How they feel no gratituted
Therefore they cop up an attitude
Complaining about mysery
This has been going down all through hystery
What is it that makes us think a certain way
Feeling sorry for ourselves day to day
What makes you think you are so special
So amazing, so beautiful
That you think you deserve more
But you know what I think you’re just insecure
Nobody knows the truth
Nobody appriciates youth
Nobody sees gain
Coming out of pain
Nobody hears songs
Coming out of wrongs
Nobody feels love
All they feel is stuff
My things is what we say
All we need is what we can pay
Money is our illusion our lust
In this generation a definate must
In case you didn’t know
When that day comes well you know
You go and fly to your god in the sky
And all your things will have said goodbye
So really what do we need them for
When we die we have no use of them anymore
Nobody knows the truth
Nobody appriciates youth
Nobody sees gain
Coming out of pain
Nobody hears songs
Coming out of wrongs
Nobody feels love
All they feel is stuff
Sitting her e in my room I know
That all I say and try to show
Are just words I say
That really I don’t even listen to everyday
But with these words I ask you to hear
That we don’t need to be living in fear
And I too must listen to what I say
Before our future begins to fade away
Nobody knows the truth
Nobody appriciates youth
Nobody sees gain
Coming out of pain
Nobody hears songs
Coming out of wrongs
Nobody feels love
All they feel is stuff
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