Troubled youth is all we got No gifts from life, still we stand We got our pride that's all we need To live Without The one who comes from the street Another from a christian family So straight but still so cold He had to escape to not give in Third got an addicted mother Never got to know his biologic father Probably found his end on a street Racing with a one way ticket Troubled youth is all we got No gifts from life, still we stand Troubled youth is all we got Troubled youth is all we need To live Without Blondie was mistreated by her kins Beat up blue but still she shines Her charm is always there, even if blurred from medicines All of this just to say You aren't alone in your dismay We cut we bled we died But still it's life we crave Troubled youth is all we got No gifts from life, still we stand Troubled youth is all we got Troubled youth is all we need To live Without