Our Last Night

And while the wealthy cheat we’re on our hands and knees.

We give the most but get the least.

The more they win the more we lose.

The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade
Holding in a cry for love, abandoned and afraid.

We were not the same, you made me insane.

You took my voice, you took my pride,
But now you’re gone so both are mine.

Am I meant to be something?

Can we change the grave,
the grave that was dug for us?

No matter what we do or say,
They try to make us fade away,
They take our voices away.

And while the money speaks for the kings and queens,
We bite our tongues until they bleed.

We are enchanted youth with misguided views.