Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth

Calling out to all the kids
Sick of being tolerant
Who's parents weren't involved and always fed them empty promises
From elementary halls to everyone who's off at colleges
I'm writing you this song and I'mma start with this
I remember little Stacy getting hated
Cuz of all the boys she dated
Daddy wasn't home he's stationed fighting in a war he hated
Mommy's getting bored of waiting so she finds a boy replacement
Stacy meet your father then we wonder why she's so impatient

Another kid
Who's mother hid him under all the covers
Cuz her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push her
Now his papa was a trucker he was fighting her for custody
Oh and for their son well we can guess how he grew up to be

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth

I'm not a prophet
Exhausted from walking
The same fuckin' path that my mom did
I love her but god I can't watch myself
Hop in a coffin because of the problems she got in
I don't owe the planet a sorry for having my guard up and watching my back from your stabbing
I'm actually glad that you're mad I'm a nuisance
I speak for the kids that I help with my music, let's do this

Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong
I am doomed
Me in my room
Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along
I am you
Recycled youth

Recycled youth
Recycled youth
Recycled youth

Recycled youth
Yeah