Sure it's a gasStuck in an English classCan't even
dreamSo it's hard to accept the role you're givenWhen
you're sittin' there staring at the ceilingWishing you
were so very far from hereWhen you're 13 What fors and
whysIf he's got it why can't IYou're my queenAnd
I dream about you when I'm in my bedAnd if all of these
things are like you saidThen I'd rather be in another
sceneWhen I'm 14Just not fairI'm not getting
anywhereOh hard as a stoneThey expect us to make it out aloneAnd
they scream at us when we're on the phoneAnd they lecture us
all about routineWhen you're 15Get out of hereYou're
crowding my tender yearsDon't say you seeCos you'd
forgotten what it's like to beAnd I'm sure that
it's changed to some degreeChrist's advice ain't
never as it seemedWhen you're 16Four years goYou've
fallen before you knowYou're now of ageAnd you're
thrown in a different cageAnd you're faced with another
blank pageAnd I know I don't need to be told
Send "20" Ringtone to your Cell 
