Hardly grateful or content
I'm acting in the moment
Scared of my own independence
My only nemesis is incompetence
Scared of my own independence
Always left wondering when
Will I grow out of my adolescence
Much to your dismay
I'm in a sea of hate
Can't accept what's on this plate
And my enemies start to spread
Killing sprees are best left unsaid
On my knees I am begging to confess
Always left wondering when
When
When
Will I grow out of my adolescence
Always left wondering when
When
When
Will I grow out of my adolescence