Oh I'm sorry, but you're giving up and you know.
And you're stealing what all bloody mainstream want.
Ordinary boys will lead your way to the other side of town.
Oh I'm sorry, but I can't stay blind till the end.
And I'm leaving when all of them will stay.
Look, there's something that combines youth and your fears.
Who of us will suffer? Who will fear? You don't stop, but I do.
Cuz every little trick you play on yourself makes me scared of.
I am scared of that you don't stop, and yes, I do.
Oh I'm sorry, but I know this is not enough for an end.
Cuz I'm begging that you owe the things for their claims.
I'm sorry but all these styles and trends and hoorays
Make me leave here, cuz all of them will stay.
You will never talk about the way. You will never try to go back
To the state where your future wasn't saved, to the state where youth
Could grow.