we've been placed in a mold all our lives by our teachers  the things we should be like  set to explode to the norms of society  the ones who can't break free  our future looks as bright as the dying light  coming from a homeless person's can  i don't be a latchkey kid   looking in the holes that i've slipped through    is this a world where no one cares  'cause nothing seems to matter anyway  does hurting people really justify their right for being right?    so hard to turn this tv off inside my head  when all i think about is the things that i never did  i'm just looking for a good time, my time, our time  when i can be myself again.  without a clue, without good news  without someone telling me just what to do  i think i can tell the difference between right and wrong    justify the right for being right (8x)