I'm tired of the lies my look tells
I'm tired of the false thoughts it sells
I'm tired of how I'm unable
to shed the air tight skin of my untrue label
I'm tired of trying to stop the glances
afraid of upsetting the non-existent balance
when all I want is the lone chance to be judged for me.
Can you even see?
Just because I've stepped on my board
Jumping and skating with my hoard of friends
Enjoying the freedom of life before it ends
You can't just assume I am my board
That I don't carry around the fear of the Lord, or
That by my clothes I must be dirt poor, or
I don't have any words to say
that could and would floor you any day.
And just because I play on my guitar
Fiddling with my dreams of being a star
Stop thinking that I sneak out and smoke in my car
everytime I can
Or that instead of playing for the sake of
a greater plan
I'm obviously not anything more than,
A washed up druggee, only trying to defy
my parents and their great design
When in truth my IQ implies
your smartest response can only be "good-bye"
Or just because I'm all dressed in black
And don't mind calling you out on your lack
of knowledge and compassion, whenever you start
And yet, somehow you've made it that I've got no heart?
Or maybe some deliberate scars on my arms
It couldn't be that I've got the voice of a pioneer
Ready to declare my mind with the words of a sincere pen
to help the mere mortal face their fears, truly hear
the sheer word loud and clear, once again
But just you wait
You think that's clever?
I've got a list that could go on forever.
Like, because I'm smart I've got no friends, or
By being white I don't know discrimination, or
As a high school girl I'm inherently mean, or
How I'm consecrated naive 'cause I'm only sixteen
I could go on and on, just list and list and list, but
I'm tired of being your expired teen statistic.