Teenage Years

The back pocket of my bag won't close I'm sick of 13, I hate all my clothes I'm being beat to death with responsibilities This isn't what I thought it would be 2000s movies portray this all wrong I hate cliches but now I'm writing this song I wanted fetch outfits and Regina George All my problems weren't solved when I stepped through the door Ooh, ooh, ooh My passive aggressive nature scares all my friends Ooh, ooh, ooh When will the embarrassment end My teenage years aren't turning out Exactly how I dreamed them, in my head I wanna go to bed And What happened to crayons and imagination Instead I'm running on pure caffeination Like some sort of cheap exploitation I've been procrastinating all my emotions And talking about my social media devotion I hate every morning, I forgot how to smile Too childish to be grown, too grown to be a child Learning my lesson sucks, but so do I I hate my lack of friends and I hate my lack of time Because I don't know how to plan, to do things before 8 My constant panic has become a personality trait Ooh, ooh, ooh My slightly depressive nature scares all my friends Ooh, ooh, ooh When will the embarrassment end My teenage years aren't turning out Exactly how I dreamed them, in my head I wanna go to bed And What happened to crayons and imagination Instead I'm running on pure caffeination Like some sort of cheap exploitation Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway Reflecting on my past has been like an eternal doomsday Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway It feels like all that I'm good for is getting in everyone's And how did that make you feel… Um… fine I miss my long hair I miss my white teeth I miss my sense of true reality I miss my old friends I miss my no doubts I miss not having to worry about My walk My talk The way my hair flops My hands My brands There go all my plans My teenage years aren't turning out Exactly how I dreamed them, in my head I wanna go to bed And What happened to crayons and imagination Instead I'm running on pure caffeination Like some sort of cheap exploitation Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway Reflecting on my past has been like an eternal doomsday Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway It feels like all that I'm good for is getting in everyone's way Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway Reflecting on my past has been like an eternal doomsday Just wanna run away, don't wanna be a runaway It feels like all that I'm good for is getting in everyone's