Is it really a battle,
You all struggle,
And strive,
To be so different,
You should be happy even as alive,
Punks?
You're just an out rated version of goth,
Posers?
You're just scared to go with the flow,
And be yourself,
Punks, goths, preps, gangsters, yo!
Yea right, as if living goes with labels,
Point the girls and boys out,
Even the waitress waiting on your tables!
It's depressing how you think you're the only one,
Trying to be punk, or just a poser,
It's all about style and trend, why can't it be fun?
Why does there have to be battles between posers and punks?
Because everyone can't be themselves,
Everyone just is afraid that thereselves might suck,
Instead they try to be like everyone else!
So I've decided to send out a little message to the punks and posers,
Get a little drunk,
Don't stay sober,
Be nice to each other for one night over,
Because Avril is just another one you call a poser when you want to be just like her,
You dress the same and even walk like her,
Some of you are jealous, I suppose,
That she's rich, and you're just trying to be a punk, or instead just pose. |
