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Pacing slowly back and forth
I just got scolded for the worst
Thinking to myself, "Am I to blame?"
Father tells me what to do
Mother tells me how to feel
These days I wonder if I am alive
So stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see how it makes me feel?
I need to grow
So stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see what I see?
I need to grow
Can't have freedom, can't have taste
Can't I grow my hair this way?
Why do you try and tell me this is wrong?
The less you see, the more you care
When I am home, you are not there
I am youth, but I see it just the same
Stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see how it makes me feel?
I need to grow
So stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see what I see?
So I will stop, stop
Stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see? Can't you see it at all?
Stop, stop what you are doing to me
I don't feel anything, I don't even see it at all
So here I sit alone, I'm not even fully grown
But there is so much I would like to say
I tend to talk endlessly
About all that comes easy to me
Youth speaks now, but I may end up being something huge someday
Stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see how it makes me feel?
I need to grow
So stop, stop what you are doing to me
Can't you see what I see?
I need to grow
(Can't I grow my hair this way?)
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