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Good Charlotte The Young The Hopeless

Always see it on TV Or read it in the magazines Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard

Oh, my love Please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and We'll start a new life I ripped out His throat And called you on the telephone To take off

Hey dad I'm writing to you Not to tell you that I still hate you Just to ask you, how you feel And how we fell apart How this fell apart Are you happy

I don't know too much about you Too much of my old man I know he walked right out that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin

in place? And if I stubble and I fall, should I get up and carry on Will it all just be the same? 'Cause I'm young and I'm hopeless, I'm lost and I

Here I am on the phone again and Awkward silence is on the other end I used to know the sound, of a smile, in your voice But right now, all I feel, is

This world, this world is cold But you don't, you don't have to go You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely And no one seems to care You're mother's

just running in place? If I stumble and I fall Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same 'Cause, I'm young and hopeless I'm lost

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