lyrics speak.

If you knew whats going on in her life
There'd be a thousand barren mothers there to talk to her
If you knew whats going on in her life
There'd be two hundred troubled teenagers to sit with her
And to talk to her...

Baby this town rips the bones from your back

Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run...


I wish that you would do some talking
Or else how am I to know what you’re thinking
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted...


And sometimes I don't have the energy
To prove everybody wrong
And I try my best to be strong
But you know it's so hard
It's so hard...