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