it seems so hard to get away from last week and yesterday

i have to sit right here and watch it all go by

is this really happening? maybe this is just a dream

when i wake up ill be someone else

i don't want to grow up, not just yet

i don't wanna have to see your false sence of reality

i don't wanna grow up, not just yet

i don't wanna have to know how to play in your game show

just don't ask me if you're getting thru to me

just don't tell me the way that you want me to be

you say ill fit nicely in society

you only took a superficial look at me

why can't i say i'm sick of you? is it wrong to say what's true?

i'm skeptical about your point of view

teaching us not to reflect, the opposite of intellect

don't resist authority and you'll be fine

you don't want me to speak my mind