Don’t tell me I’m a rebel without a cause
It’s not like I listen when your followers say I’m too young
They say goodness is not all doing as you’re told
I guess I’m the first to ever be so bold
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You can shake your heads and restrain all my words
You can dismiss my opinions as common child’s play
But you will never penetrate through to my head
And, like I said before, never blame it on something I never said
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Blame the parents; blame the teachers
Of the only things that should have only been by me
When no one’s looking you degrade what I stand for
I guess, in my eyes, I played out a fool outside my door
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She’s too young; she’s too innocent; too rude
What did I ever do, and when will you listen
She’s just lying; punish her again; rewrite her
You may never see what I have had to endure
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Don’t tell rumors and claim me cute
Whenever I let just one belief slip
I am a human being, and I was never too young to think
Soon enough, these stubborn ways will be mine, written in ink.
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Don’t narrate my surroundings when I have eyes of my own
Don’t ever think that I am just another puppet without a thought
But you will do your worst anyway;
Now, you’re only laughing; ‘Aw, she thinks she’s people’ they all say
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I put up with a lot; I take all the blame
That you all don’t bother to except, so you cut the blame into the brat
Call me every name you can comprehend for me; nothing new
Every single word is better directed at all of you
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I’m short, but I’m managing
I’m still not you, but I’m learning
With time, you know, I might just be dead to everything you could do
After all, I grew up believing emotions were lies to be ashamed of; nothing new
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So childhood’s just begun, you say
I’m obsessing over nothing
I blind my tongue and except with gratitude untrue
As you obsess over how to better become you
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She’s too young to think anything, I hear them whisper
She needs to understand things; there is only our way
There’s no way she could really mean what she says, I bet
Isn’t it too bad; she could have been the perfect marionette
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Can she do any tricks, they ask with blinding delight
What have you taught her to think
Wait, she still refuses to learn this flawless stuff
Well, then I guess she hasn’t been punished enough
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A frail little kid; a girl with adorable, narrowed eyes
Growing up in shingles
Knowing justice will never change; I never was allowed to fit
Powerlessness may never shift to those who so dearly deserve it
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