I want to be a bad boy, so need not everyday Yang pack smiling face, need not in others' discrimination and living, others that sad eyes, sufficient to destroy your life.
When feel oneself become indifferent silence. Facing some things are hopelessly appearance.
When to feel oneself is so useless, against themselves close to some not optimistic matter, they themselves are powerless.
When to feel oneself is so useless, who want to change everything but they themselves around the cruel reality society had to bow.
When think you have treated side all things don't care? Don't is all about him causes it?
When feel yourself to live so hard, so the fall.
Other people's discrimination, others all sorts of vision. Is good is bad, oneself all points not clear.
Youth sunshine no longer shining, because social cruelty.
Ever wanted to change myself of this foolish life, tried to once think... But they were all about him cruel reality to have vandalized.
Her inner wounded by, others can never understand.
Even if he shows how strong the surface, laugh more cheerful. But in the night, but he himself fell down many tears.
When our dreams become no longer like ours, we brought the family, teachers and friends in anticipation of doing his soul abhorred of things.
We had wanted to become rebellious, but again and thought of close to his family. Feel worse rightness get them? ?
I want to be a bad kid, today copy yesterday, don't want to force himself.
I want to be a bad boy, such talk easy? What size of the courage?
This think oneself is good, but caught flat-footed damage and tears come to raid, let you again pain suffocating. Once thought I could like others life so happy, wanted to let oneself become happy a bit, but the opposite is true. Let you again all disappointed, maybe it is destiny was playing.
Don't think I'm too strong, now only armed themselves not injured indifference. I don't like others I see the fragile, doesn't like other people think I'm too strong.
Bad boy sky see exactly what? Fall? Confused? Decadent? Outsiders are not appreciate the beautiful or? My yearning... Perhaps is not good, but also want to try and do a good boy is not easy!
I'm afraid I become bad boy! I'm afraid favourite my you will no longer love me, don't I, can leave me. I'm afraid your leave, so I didn't go bad, but try to let oneself become your expectations.
Actually everybody is not think ill, but the realistic to them is so cruel.
Bad boy? Become family and teachers, friends dislike? Will you still love me? But I can say, all this is that you, you are a good boy with our own hands pulls into the bad edges.
The workers didn't want to be you delight to children, you just do it?
More grow up more lonely more grow up more uneasy
Also must see dream wings have been broken
Also had to eat once word asking myself
Youth is like this?
His life is so? Oneself so destiny?
Real we essence is not bad, but the pressure, unbearable. You just cannot bear some bad things around. Some unpleasant things, would want to own worse, become rebellious, let oneself parting the expectations farther and thought that can escape from other people to give us under pressure.
Now the other people expect of you bigger, recover the disappointment is big.
If I say I am tired '
Next second please let me leave "'
Is this a second ' 'let me for their pride alive!
