look at me, sitting in this chair

i'm twenty-five and i don't care

my ideals have disappeared,

i became one of those i've always feared

i had the illusion that i could change the world

ideals lost,ideals lost

nowadays i laugh about the dreams i've had

ideals lost,ideals lost

they call it grown-up,i think it's just old

never thought that live could feel so cold

i've lost my faith in my own friends

always thought true friendship never ends

i'm replacable and it makes me sad

ideals lost,ideals lost

nowadays i laugh about the dreams i've had

ideals lost,ideals lost

leave me alone and i'll be fine

do your thing and allow me mine

i just need to disenchange

rebuilt myself and release my pent up rage