I hate this place we all grew up from, some people say I'm close-minded and too hard to deal with. I guess I'll never be like them. Won't go out with no one, now I'm spending time alone with the bedsheets over my head, can't run away when there's no where to hide, while our city is burning and the ground is sinking you can't save our city if no one is trying. I don't care anymore, let the world rot away. True friends stab you in the back keeping you from getting what you want. If this is what true friends are for then I'll never make any. So wake up, you can't see what's wrong with us. We'll just blame it on the city can't run away when there's no where to hide. Our city is burning and the ground is sinking you can't save our city.