Trouble Teenage Terror
Dirt on your face and boots on your feet
Sneak out at night to drink in the street
Feel so old but your minds made up
And you pass them all by the ones who gave up
You're only 16 but you're nobody's fool
Beat up by jocks on the way home from school
You've got something they can't understand
You've got the f..cking world in the palm of your hand
"Too big for your boots" is what they say
You'll knock down anyone in the way
They don't understand about the life you choose
And right now you feel like you'll never lose
More than a photo in Harvard Square
More than the leather and purple hair
More than jumping on a fashion cart
Your outside shows the pride in your heart
You may look different but it's by choice
No lies or accusations will silence your voice
Brought into this world and forged in adolescent pain
Something that the others just can't explain.
