By Travis
Sure it's a gas
You're stuck in an English class
Can't even dream
So it's hard to accept the role you're given
When you're sittin' there starin' at the ceilin'
Wishing you were so very far from here
When you're 13
Whatfores and whys
If he's got it why can't I?
You're my queen
And I dream about you when I'm in my bed
And if all of things are like you said
Then I'd rather be in another scene
When I'm 14
Just not fair
Not getting anywhere
Hard as a stone
They expect us to make it on our own
And they scream at us when we're on the phone
And they lecture us all about routine
When you're 15
Get out of here
You're crowding my tender years
Don't say you see
'Cause you've forgotten what it's like to be
And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree
Christ advice ain't ever as it seems
When you're 16
Four years go
Fore and before you know
You're now of age
And you're thrown in a different cage
And you're faced with another blank page
And I know I don't need to be told
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