Letra de The Fashionable Rebellion

Walk, make sure your head is down Shoot, line up the crosshairs on the things that backed up all your craziness Wear your scars out on your sleeve, because you're at that age You're still from the suburbs, and that's okay Scream the saddest song you know Cry as if the world is ending Try convincing me that's what you want Wear my scars out on my sleeve, because I'm at that age We're all from the suburbs, and that's okay, okay, okay I'm sure you had it bad, everybody wants to say that But I'm just not that impressed with socially accepted anger So don't raise another flag simply for the sake of fashion, because right now, we're just wasting up the air