oh that's the irony

because they judge full of inferiority

they say things aren't meant to be

they say nothing in life is free

because we know.

we know the sorrow,

but not what life will bring tomorrow

but not what will take us low.

we are young and bold

our hearts we paint with gold

into keen minds we mold

others' words with our own

we grow with nightmares in our wake

into cold-blooded monsters we are to make

all of us in hopes that are fake

we do it all just for our sake

but we do try

we attempt not to end this and die

we try to cover it all and not lie

but sometimes we fail and end up with a sigh

but here we are again

doing things as if we aren't made of pain

as if we're always meant to gain

as if we are warriors that will never be slain