Its already one in the afternoon
My hair is frizzy and its in my eyes
It feels like my room is the pits of hell
My hands are tangled up in the dirty laundry I forgot to do
One day ill put something on that fits just right
Hormomes race through my veins and I feel the anger dwindle on a flame
I have no rules or limits
No one to make sure i'm right in my head
I can bury my pain like its a suken ship in the sea of teenage angst
Someone has to have the answers to why growing up feels like a crime
My mother complains about my father and my father complains about my mother
We never have enough money like always
When your stuck between middle and poor the government doesn't give a shit
Growing up lesbian to a homophobic mother brings fire in her eyes
Getting caught having sex with my secret girlfriend kills me in her eyes
I'm the dead teenager she claims no ties to
Seems like I do everything just right
To grow up kills