I've wasted so many nights searching for something that I don't believe in.   I'm a poster-boy for a generation of kids giving up on love.       Ten years on, I'll find myself more alone than what I am today.   I'm weighed down by the things that I will never be.   I need to get away, to find myself again.      There's a hooker on the corner of every city street,   Doing nothing more than selling herself cheap.   There's a lawyer in an office, with two kids of his own,   And every fucking night, these two meet alone.      Orphans left abandoned, and addicts wanting more.   Single mothers on welfare, with no child support.   All the fucking letters and posters on my wall,   We never stood a chance in hell, so fuck what love stands for.      And I still believe we could be far from free,   But it seems dreams don't come true for kids like fucking me.         Fuck what love stands for.