Not me
Let's laugh
And flirt a little
Before we get
Too old and brittle
Because that's what teenagers do
We will always
Follow the crowd
Go to parties
And talk too loud
Girls who are easy
Hair gelled in a bunch
Get drunk and high
Way too much
Our role models
Skinny as a stick
Air brushed tan
Eyelashes too thick
In magazines
Guys take your pick
You wouldn't go for us
So we struggle
To look just as good
Fit a size 2
If you only could
Ah, the mirror
Our worst foe
Are you good enough?
The answer is always no
Eyeliner smudged
Mascara running
If only I had seen
The person I was becoming
If only guys could just see
What a good girl could really be
But no
It's not enough
We need to starve
Always dress up
Never ever be ourselves
It drives us mad
We wish for hell
So as I walk down the street
I look into the alleys
I see the smoke
Beer in hand they rally
Those girls pity their souls
They will never go back
Reach their childish goals
So I begin to understand
They'd rather be drunk
Then grasp reality by the hand
They've been driven to the point of no return
Once glowing embers left to burn
I shake off the thought
I won't be like them
My focus is reclaimed
And I turn back to him
He smiles at me
And gives me a wink
I remember how we met
And I can't help to think
Let's laugh
And flirt a little
Before we get
Too old and brittle
Because that's what teenagers do
