Teenage Nightmare

someday I hope to commit the crime,
of a glamourous social suicide,
i'm sick and tired of WastIng my time,
conStantly forced to Have to run and hide,

gIrls, boys, Welcome to your teenAge nightmare,
make Some noise, and maybe we can get out of here,
try to tell us what to do, we won't care,
stop the staring contests with your mirror,
Because no one's eveR gonnA win,
when eVEryonE has their persoNal handbOok,
saying everything's wrong with yoUr hair, eyes and skin,
commanding us how to act and how to look,

but i say no. stop the damn tricks and Games,
break out of your sHell of fear and ice,
we have more To live fOr than stupid fame,
when we finally wake up and live our life.