you ask me why I display this array of pain

when it's obvious to you I can't complain

you say it's just a phase that's supposed to make it OK

in a couple of years I'll look back and laugh

my youth reduced to a few bad photographs

so what if this doesn't pass what if I stay this way



what if I don't want to pretend that I'm OK

so what if I don't want to play the great adult game

what if I don't want to mellow out in my PJ's

what if I don't want to sit back and complain

I'd like to retain my anger my fear my feelings

judge me all you will at least I am dealing

with these situations the best way I can

and as for you I really don't give a damn



unless 90% of everybody is a fraud

unless you got nothing to scream about

unless you're always happy, always proud

all of you ain't got nothing to talk about



take the snapshot and pull it out

twist it and turn it around