though it seems that our time is borrowed i look forward to the days like tomorrow although it seems like empty space your mind is a curious place your heart burns on an empty flame your first world problems are a damn shame so save your breath deep inside your lungs its too bad youths wasted on the young every night you re alone with your thoughts what an unreal tragic fate no one to share your ideals a child lost in the haze your heart burns on an empty flame your first world problems are a damn shame so save your breath deep inside your lungs its too bad youths wasted on the young