Yeah, growing pains are hard But I grew up too fast The knives they jab with every flight I take As my wings stem to grow and my heels start to break
The blood keeps dripping, my need for incision all to bite and rip it off the plane Is life worth living if I'm not full killing at the speed that could make the earthquake? I drop to my knees, there is no time for pleas while I'm wounded and burn at the stake My wings pushing up with a tilt and I dance and I burn and it starts up again (Ah!)
I say sorry way too much A response of being pushed and shoved My teenage years are smothered up But my time is now so fuck off
