Sound the alarms
Hospital bracelet tight around my arm
Asking me questions about how I harm myself
(I can't sing)
I'm a star
Go to the store down the street and buy a fire arm
And look at that,
Every single day I laugh
Every single day I get a day older than the last
Getting old fast
Getting told to chose my own path
Every day get told i'm great I already know that
(confidence is useless)
I cant take pressure well and
I'm scared for myself
Growing up is like a curse or a spell
Growing up i would never curse or else i'd go to hell
Fuck! (you're done)
Please don't tell
I'm to innocent and scared so i'm hiding in a shell
I could crash my car or wander round drunk in a hotel
I could sell silly stuff that would put me in a cell
Gotta chose my own path so I hope I chose it well