Why can't you see,

What you're doing to me?

You teach us to conform,

Not to create.

You want us to be the same, 

Yet you say you disagree to this game.

My generation is moving ahead,

But you're holding us behind.

We want to learn new things, 

But you keep repeating the same old thing.

We struggle to undestand, 

And you refuse to help us.

Why can't you see, 

What you're doing to me?

You're behind in our ways, 

And we have to say,

It's time for you to go,

You're too old.