[Chorus]Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrongI am doomed, me in my room, yuhHate this stupid song but I grew up to sing alongI am you; recycled youth[Verse 1]Calling out to all the kidsSick of being tolerantWhose parents weren't involved andAlways fed them empty promisesFrom elementary hallsTo everyone who's off at collegesI'm writing you this songAnd I'ma start with thisI remember little Stacy getting hated'Cause of all the boys she datedDaddy wasn't homeHe's stationed fighting in a war he hatedMommy's getting bored of waitingSo she finds a boy replacementStacy meet your fatherThen we wonder why she's so impatientAnother kid who's mother hid him under all the covers 'cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push herNow his papa was a trucker heWas fighting for her custodyOh and for their son well weCan guess how he grew up to be[Chorus]Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrongI am doomed, me in my room, yuhHate this stupid song but I grew up to sing alongI am you; recycled youth[Bridge]I'm not a prophetExhausted from walkingThe same fuckin' path that my mom didI love her but god I can't watch myselfHop in a coffin because of the problemsShe got inI don't owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up and watching my back from your stabbingI'm actually glad that you're madI'm a nuisance - I speak for the kids that I help with my music - let's do this[Chorus]Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrongI am doomed, me in my room, yuhHate this stupid song but I grew up to sing alongI am you; recycled youth[Outro]Recycled youthRecycled youthRecycled youth, hellRecycled youth, yeah
