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'm alive Stop, stop what you're doing to me Can't you see how it makes me feel? I need to grow So stop, stop what your 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 to tell me this is wrong? The less you see the more you care When I'm home you're not there I am youth but I see it just the same Stop, stop what you're doing to me Can't you see how it makes me feel? I need to grow So stop, stop what your doing to me Can't you see what I see So I will stop! Stop! Stop, stop what you're doing to me Can't you see it at all So stop, stop what you're doing to me I don't feel anything I don't even see it all So here I sit all 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