Out on the streets, looking for some action.
Trendy night clubs, I don't see the attraction.
Give me a war worth fighting for, give me a cause worth dying for.Always searching for something, life seems so routine .
get up, go to work, I'm like a machine.
all of my dreams no longer in reach .
the further they get the sicker I become .Condemned for having short hair, I'm always getting stares.
I don't see your problem, I'm just not aware.
I wanna get out on my own .
I wanna get out, but something's holding me down .
