Trophy Kids

Five Minute Major


I've been thinking too much
I don't even know where I come from
Sometimes if you want to stay alive
You have to free your mind
The man I'll never get to be now faces the truth
I'm the ghost of you, a man with no emotion
Of great expectations

Too sick to throw up
Like a racing machine that blows an engine
Juggling clubs for the crowd
Too sick to throw up
Not strong enough to knock it out of the park
Hitting goals set 30 years ago

I've been trying so hard
I don't even know if I need to win
Sometimes you have to think twice
And do things for yourself
The kids I was back then
Would never dare to change your plans
I am not your ghost, cause I don't fit the script
I'm just a trophy kid

I don't sleep anymore, can't stop the howls
When raised by wolves, bit by the man
When you grow up, I expect you to be
To be nothing at all


Writer/s: Five Minute Major