Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me.
I don't know they somehow saved me.
And I know I'm making something out of this life they call nothing.
I take what I want,
Take what I need.
You say it's wrong but it's right for me.
I won't look down.
Won't say I'm sorry.
I know that only GOD can judge me.
And if I make it through today will tomorrow be the same,
Am I just running in place?
If I stumble and I fall,
Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same?
'Cause, I'm young and hopeless,
I'm lost and I know this.
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say.
I'm troublesome, I've fallen.
I'm angry at my FATHER.
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care.
No one in this industry understands the life I lead.
When I sing about my past it's not a gimmick not an act.
These critics and these trust fund kids,
Try to tell me what punk is but when I see them on the streets they got nothing to say.
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care.
The Young & The Hopeless
Godd Charlotte -Nótese como remarco las palabras God y Father, cosas que para mí (por lo menos en mi mundo), no existen-
