Yeah gold plated
What’s underneath your skin?
Life sold cheap
You reap what you know
Where is it getting your mental health?
To be a make up covered scar
Instead of a star
Chain smoking to fill your time
Life is lived through the eyes of grime
We are in your little band
Miserable we still don’t understand
Life in conflict makes a good story
You tell yourself I don’t want to be ordinary
Debt ridden though and poor
You’re fighting your invisible war
and yet the people and the politicians don’t care anymore
You tell yourself it’ll get better
The glass half full to aspire
Lights your fire are you burning bright
Or burning away.