Pacing slowly back and forth
I just got scolded for the worst
Thinking to myself am I to blame?
Father tells me what to do

Mother tells me how to feel
These days I wonder if I'm alive
Stop, stop what you're doing to me
Can't you see how it makes me feel?
I need to grow
So stop, stop what your doing to me
Can't you see what I see
I need to grow
Can't have freedom, can't have taste?
Can't I grow my hair this way?
Why do you try to tell me this is wrong?
The less you see the more you care
When I'm home you're not there
I am youth but I see it just the same
Stop, stop what you're doing to me
Can't you see how it makes me feel?
I need to grow
So stop, stop what your doing to me
Can't you see what I see
So I will stop!
Stop!
Stop, stop what you're doing to me
Can't you see it at all
So stop, stop what you're doing to me
I don't feel anything
I don't even see it all
So here I sit all alone
I'm not even fully grown
But there is so much I would like to say
I tend to talk endlessly
About all that comes easy to me
Youth speaks now but I may end up being
something huge someday