Cracked soul

Sad songs all become our theme;
singing out this cracked window with a cracked soul,
all wanting nothing more then to go home.
But this internal pain leaves me no where to go.
& We're all just the teen kings and queens full of doubt;
with nothing left to figure out.
Running high on Redbull and regret,
singing the times of our lives just so we'll never forget.
Always second guessing ourselves,
can we ever really be sure?
Cause everything seems to blur when you just let life pass you by,
& nothing can be too sure if you never really try.
Trying to find who we are in a world where you have to be someone else.
The real side of me comes out when I'm at home with nobody else.
But the stars have faded, and left me on this road alone.
Looking through this cracked window at the sky, looking for somewhere to go.