Juvenile
Boys and girls who hate themselves. You cannot fulfill today with thank-yous.It’s another incomprehensible foreign ideology, all the misfits’ lonely battle.Boys and girls who got abused. Stroking bruises, the cheek with welts.Their hearts scream even louder, showing an aspect of me-against-the -world.If you stay right there, you are the “insulted one.”It’s always people outside who want to give us weird names.
Maybe I’m not a “human hater,” but I’m more like “human hatee.”Boys and girls with too much confidence. Obscure talent that remains unrecognized.With an everlasting desire to express and recklessness as weapons. That’s life.“Boys and girls with great pride. They run across their unshakable will,Nobody’s going to help you anyway, and I know you started while knowing it.I’d rather disappear, I’d rather disappear.You’ve got to make it happen while showing off the evidence of your self-belief.
If you can make a step forward, you are the “undefeated one.”Let me praise your juvenile, it’s okay to be reckless, your story has just begun.Let me praise your juvenile, it’s okay to be naïve, your story has just begun.Feeling insulted and biting my lip, I’m moved to tears as I promise to make them see.
With an everlasting desire to express and recklessness as weapons. That’s life.”You’ve got to make it happen while carrying the reason of your self-hate.We are all standing right here. We are all standing right here.
Feeling anger at remaining nobody as well as self-disgust
Boys and girls with great pride. They run across their unshakable will,We’re here to praise the foolish juvenile. If you can laugh at the very end, everything will be okay.Your story has just begun.The reason why you can be yourself, you should never lose it, it’s the only meaning of your existence.
Better not to say that you’re scared. Better not to say that it’s hard.They say, “It’s not realistic, it’s just idealism,” but it’ll be over when we stop talking about the ideal.