Puta superficial

And if I make it through today, will tomorrow be the same?
Am I just running in place?
And if I stumble and I fall
Should I get up and carry on, or will it all just be the same?

'Cause, I'm young and hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast, that's what they say
I'm troublesome, I've fallen
I'm angry at my father
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care