We Never Want To Be Bad, Yet We'Re

We dream very high to be wise Though the globe is a dice Mom ever wished to see us rise Yet we’re unstable like the ice Dad and Mom never want to see us sad All the long for, is for us to make them proud The smell hell, just to pull us from the crowd After much we’re yet the ones that makes them go mad We’re grazed to be like the saints Spoilt the rod to see us get off dark paths Lol! And behold we ain’t holy pass 50 cents Forming like we still follow the stars We never want to be bad, yet we’re Perhaps it wasn’t the plan to end here and there