Immature, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

I am the person that I want to be,
I just don't understand why no one sees me.
I like to choose the way my life goes.
It's my decision, but this, no one knows.
People always say that teens will rebel,
but they don't understand, and they won't let us tell.
We have a reason for all that we do,
and you'd understand, if it were you.
We want to control the lives that we live,
So, to all you, our opinions-we give.
I am categorized, and am called immature,
but age doesn't matter, of this I am sure.
Some adults I have have found, don't act their age.
In their book of life they've never turned a page.
So, when you say that I have rebelled,
You are wrong, and this I will tell.
I've made decisions in my own life,
but their mine to have made whether or not their right.
So there is one thing, of which I'm quite sure,
I live my own life, don't call me immature.
Posted: 2009-12-18 19:16:49 UTC

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