Don't know what I want, but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed, me and my room, yeah Hate this stupid song, but I grew up to sing along I am you, recycled youth Calling out to all the kids sick of being tolerant Whose parents weren't involved and always fed them empty promises From elementary halls to everyone who's off to colleges I'm writing you this song and I'ma start with this I remember little Stacey getting hated cause of all the boys she dated Daddy was an Omi station fighting and a worry hater Mama's getting bored of waiting so she finds a boy replacement Stacey, meet your father, then we wonder why she's so impatient Another kid whose mother hid him under all the covers Cause her husband tends to get too drunk and sometimes he would push her Now his papa was a trucker, he was fighting for her custody Oh and for their son, well we can guess how he grew up to be Don't know what I want, but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed, me and my room, yeah I hate this stupid song, but I grew up to sing along I am you, recycled youth I'm not a prophet, exhausted from walking the same *** path that my mom did I love her, but god I can't watch myself hop in a coffin Because of the problems she got in I don't know the planet, I'm sorry for having my guard up I'm watching my back from your stabbing I'm actually glad that you're mad I'm a nuisance I speak for the kids that I help with my music Let's do this Don't know what I want, but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed, me and my room, yeah Hate this stupid song, but I grew up to sing along I am you, recycled youth Recycled youth, recycled youth, recycled youth Recycled youth Yeah