Back in lonely days in college always makes me dying
Getting real job was everything they cared
Studying politics and economics
I tried to talk about my stupid dreams but no one's listening
Wo how could I be smart enough to be
Wo I never knew I'm not a teen
Wearing Dior and PRADA and sometimes CHANEL
Reaching upper class was everything she cared
So I sat back there in empty class, continued dreaming
Wo how could I be smart enough to be
Wo I never knew I'm not a teen
I'm dying confusing and lost in the sea
I'm dying confusing and lost in the scene
Wo how could I be smart enough to be
Wo I never knew I'm not a teen
Wo why should I be smart enough to be