Wonder if I met myself would I hate me I've been dreaming of being on the same page Stuck in a cold war, what do they think I've been trying to find myself as of lately Never trouble making friends Only had trouble keeping them They say that the end is near It's all downhill from here, and they go La, la la La, la la Ah we go la, la la I wanna be a good friend I wanna be a good son I wanna be a good person Be a real good person There's a story, of privileged white kids And I've been living, right beside them And they took things, misused their influence Then they lied about it, and they lost friends Then they turned on each other, they began to feast I am those children, I am that beast And they go, they go La, la la La, la la Ah we go la, la la I wanna be a good friend I wanna be a good son I wanna be a good person Be a real good person These kids live outside themselves These kids trying to numb themselves All they do is play video games Do what they want like in GTA This kid really needs some help What the fuck is up with his mental health Poor guy tried to kill himself Mother fucker he should burn in Hell He's not crazy, he's not insane We're all pawns just a part of his game But I forgive you, and I love you, I hope you're okay La, la la La, la la Ah we go la, la la I wanna be a good friend I wanna be a good son I wanna be a good person Be a real good person