Young and foolish

We were made in a broken home
We couldn't get right from wrong
The streets are all covered in tears
Our secrets are made of fears
We are going down
We are going down

Now we walk through the gardens of lust
Our soul is rotten and made of dust
We are hunting out the morning
We are overdose and ready for nothing

Birds in the tree sing a song for me
About being young and foolish and naive
I haven't changed that much from what I see
I was only trying to make things right...
right...

so, why?...

Pd: La primera parte es de "Fifth Avenue", de Sexy Lucy.
La última es de "Young and foolish", de Corinne Bailey Rae
Mi pregunta final.