They say, everyone you touch, turns to gold. They say, we're too young, I think we're too old. Ugly as sin, pale, and thing. They've been wrong before.
Summer, summer, summer. Slowly turned into fall. Me and my baby doll. Never went to the beach. . Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. Was a place we could run.
I'm counting the habits you made me break. I'm counting the drugs you won't let me take. I'm counting my friends you won't let me see. . I've had enough, you never give me anything.