I'm tired of losing myself to some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been. Money proves the point and I'm stuck between summer holidays and punk routine. I shoot off a 100 things to remain more sorryt han safe. You see, I only get thischance once and I just can't let it be. And I'm still certain that what motivates me is more rewarding than any piece of paper could be. Well adjusted and corrupt, all those icons that stole our teenage lust. A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me x2 Rather be forgooten than remembered for giving in. We're all tired of dying - so sick of not trying. Scared that we might fail - We'll accomplish nothing. Not even failure.