Validation

I was such a naive teenager
Looking for the meaning of something
For which the meaning of meant nothing
I had got lost in a plane of existence
A plane that flies low above a sea of green
Talk to people and they don't know what you mean
I needed someone there
I needed someone who could care
Someone that I could share
All my troubles with

Go on won't you demonstrate
The final way to celebrate
A photo of a placard saying stop the hate
It's starting to become a personality trait

The story's out and there's nowhere to run
Floodlit by the rays of a dying sun
One last photo could capture the day
Or throw your final seconds away

Go on won't you demonstrate
The final way to celebrate
A photo of a placard saying stop the hate
It's starting to become a personality trait



Credits
Writer(s): Alfonse Dubas
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