Hard days made me, 
Hard nights shaped me 
I don't know they somehow saved me 
And I know I'm making something out of this life 
They called nothing 
I take what I want 
Take what I need 
You say it's wrong 
But it's right for me 
I won't look down 
Won't say I'm sorry 
I know that only God can judge me 
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And if I make it [bad word] today 
will tomorrow be the same 
I [bad word] in place? 
If I stubble and I fall 
Should I get up and carry on 
Or will it all just be the same 
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'Cause, I'm young and hopeless 
I'm lost and I know this 
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say 
I'm troublesome, I've fallen 
I'm angry at my father 
It's me against this world and 
I don't care, I don't care 

No one in this industry understands the life I lead 
When I sing about my past 
It's not a gimmick not an act 
These critics and these [bad word] fund kids 
Try to tell me what punk is 
But when I see them on the streets 
they got nothing to say 
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