Brace yourself son, there were complications
We had to remove your heart
Growing older is repairing damages
Accepting failure
A series of slaps in the face
So poor, poor everyone
Been done to and you've done
Your pain and sadness
Is boring and common place
Brace yourself son, there were complications
We had to remove your heart
This isn't life as I imagined
I'm on the periphery of the pageant
Eyeing the boy who got the lead
I play the hind end of the steed
This isn't life as I imagined
All at once, from all fronts, these guns, these guns
All at once, from all fronts, these guns, these
Youth is a war, I've the scars now to prove it
A heart that's so sore, that it hurts when I move it
For some of us here, our bad days are coming
For some of us here, our bad days have been
They march through my square
With their anthems a-drumming
Youth was a war that I didn't win