i know i can't go on like this
i know they don't approve
something deep inside me says
i'm marching to my doom
but i am but a teenage girl
what more should i know
than lying in a close embrace
and putting on a show
i'm know i'm getting dirty
and i know it's done all fake
when i learn how to grow up
i'll learn from my mistakes
but when i got older
things began to seem all wrong
maybe when i understand
i'll learn to sing along
