| Stereotypes |
| I close my eyes; I start to cry. Wish I was gone; I want to disappear You ask me what I've had to drink; I tell you "nothing." Ask me what drugs I'm on; I say I'm straight edge. I try to explain myself; You won't listen. I'm screaming and crying, But you won't hear me. I've locked in anger Inside so long; I lash out at violence, Cuz anger's been my life. If I didn't break now, I'd break later on; It'd be ten times as bad; You'd never see the end Of my anger and violence; That's not what I want, But you won't hear me. You're on a power trip. I'm glad I'm not charged With hurting or killing; Glad I got to fume Before it came to that. You want me to respect you, Then don't toss me around. You pin me to the floor, Slam me against the wall. Assume I'm a drug addict; Assume I'm an alchoholic, But I'm not your typical kid; I'm a punk rock kid. I'm not violent, I don't do drugs; I just want peace, But I get police brutality. I get in trouble for what you think I am; I get in trouble cuz of other kids. You don't judge me by me, You judge me by stereotypes. You think all kids today Drink and smoke and get high. I'm not your typical teen; I'm not your stereotype. |