Young Unprofessionals - Acoustic

School taught me how to raise my hand
When I want to speak
But they didn't like what I had to say
Head down according to the plan
The American dream
But maybe all our dreams are not the same

I'm not afraid of failing
I'm only scared if I don't try
Don't need their invitation
We like it here on the outside

We are the young
We are the young unprofessionals
They told us wait our turn but
Not anymore
We take our own story where we want

I got my sights set far from home
Where the lights don't fade
And I won't waste a second looking back
We may be young and on our own
But we're making our way
You know we got a hunger now
Part of everything I am

I'm not afraid of failing
I'm only seeing what's next up
Don't want their invitation
We like it here from our view
Way high above

We are the young
We are the young unprofessionals
They told us wait our turn but
Not anymore
We take our own story where we want



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Schuller
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