I feel so trapped. Just getting to the point where I'm standing on my own and I'm stronger and happier than I've ever been before. I'll get to the big city on my own terms and not before.
Yes it's true you might bring out my intellectual side but that's not all there is to it. I'm only seventeen years old. My friends and I, we are young, wild and crazy. Oh, the stories I could tell you. I might feel the need to put myself in danger and do something wreckless. But I don't see you being the one next to me. You're too busy seeking romantic involvement. Where's the friendship in this situation?
You're moving in too fast. Feeling scared, threatened freedom. Who do I want to be and who are you going to make me be? I pray that you won't touch my hand. Honestly, I'm a mess, how'd we get here?
It's not the money
Not for the money
You're kind
Oh you're too kind
We can dance
Yes we could dance
You'd get me flowers
But flowers die and love fades
This wasn't meant to be