THE WOES OF BEING A TEENAGER

The woes of being a teenager
At this point you are a poor manager
Your feelings, moods, clothes and hair
Nobody but you only care.
Your problems you have nobody to share
And life at this time is just not fair.

Which top to wear, which colour will suit
Which eyeliner to apply, nobody cares a hoot
Your nails are not long, not polished, not filed
How can anybody regard it as petty, as mild.
Which place to go, where not to go
A film is better than a discovery show
You dance to the cool, fast, wild tune
But droning songs always ruin
The idea of games and fun
But nobody listens, nothing can be done.

You always are misunderstood by all
They expect you to be at their beck and call
But you are busy thinking of their latest crush
Which changes frequently as if in a rush.
“He is sweet”; “So is he”,
you just can’t decide who the leader ought to be
you tell your parents, they laugh at you
they just don’t understand, now what to do.

This movie to go, that movie to go
For this reason you have a big row
You snap at everybody in front of your sight
You are up, set and about for your own rights
You want to grow up but when you do
You feel miserable and just want to
Go back to these seven long years
The memory brings, in your eyes, tears
Twenty years gone and you cast your mind
To the thoughts of yesterday which is one of a kind
How lovely it was to be a teenager
How good you were as a manager.