Holden Caulfield Syndrome
I've tried to just blend in
In retrospect, I don't wanna fit inside your little coffin
It's so safe
But I don't wanna die a bastard
with no face
It's not fair
It's not right
They're so phony
I can't fight
The urge to throw up
It's hard to grow up when you're surrounded by assholes
Fuck you and you're letters
I've tried to just be real
It didn't work
I couldn't feel anything from anyone
I'm so scared
Cause I don't want to die a bastard
unprepared
It's not fair
It's not right
They're so phony
I can't fight
The urge to throw up
It's hard to grow up when you're surrounded by assholes
Fuck you and you're letters
Síndrome de Holden Caulfield
He intentado simplemente encajar
En retrospectiva, no quiero encajar en tu pequeño ataúd
Es tan seguro
Pero no quiero morir como un bastardo
sin rostro
No es justo
No es correcto
Ellos son tan falsos
No puedo luchar
La urgencia de vomitar
Es difícil crecer cuando estás rodeado de idiotas
Que te jodan a ti y a tus cartas
He intentado ser auténtico
No funcionó
No podía sentir nada de nadie
Estoy tan asustado
Porque no quiero morir como un bastardo
desprevenido
No es justo
No es correcto
Ellos son tan falsos
No puedo luchar
La urgencia de vomitar
Es difícil crecer cuando estás rodeado de idiotas
Que te jodan a ti y a tus cartas