No one told us, we were too young
To defend ourselves
Spoon fed with visions
In several years, create belief
Create some hope, create the fear
That we might not succeed
We might not fit in, we think we're free
We're just the visions and the voices
That made us who we are
Our future held in fractured hands
A fairy tale of failing plans
Meaning to see, can't see a meaning
Trip the gears in search of feelings
I can't show you the world
But I can show you mine