Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart Growing older is repairing damages Accepting failure A series of slaps in the face So poor, poor everyone Been done to and you've done Your pain and sadness Is boring and common place Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart This isn't life as I imagined I'm on the periphery of the pageant Eyeing the boy who got the lead I play the hind end of the steed This isn't life as I imagined All at once, from all fronts, these (guns?) All at once, from all fronts, theses (guns?) Youth is a war, I've the scars now to prove it A heart that's so sore, that it hurts when I move it For some of us here, our bad days are coming For some of us here, our bad days have been They march through my square With their anthems a-drumming Youth was a war that I didn't win