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Wanting to Say

I was an air-conditioned kid with a baseball bat
Sleeping in when I could
Either just tired or wide awake in bed
Thinking like I thought I should
I found my rock and roll
But school was honestly alright
And I read about the grown-up struggles
Blessed in warm-bedded youthful nights

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I cried wanting to say more
Than what had already been said
But I was just surely feeling
What older souls surely did
I cried wanting to say more
Than what was only in my head
But everyone back home felt everything
That didn't need and couldn't be said

Well, I was seventeen in high school
When my junior year did end
And the older kids were moving out
So close to being my friends
I thought of them in my final class
Knowing they'd soon be gone for sure
Would doing it over again
Be worth to us any more

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Well, now I'm moving on up
Now I'm moving on up
And I was always going to

Well, there's a house someone lives in
Where they feel nothing but a breeze
But there's a house I want to live in
Where you can't live for just a "please"
I want my questions and my time
Let me sing out until I'm screaming
Just let someone kill me
If one day I just stop dreaming

CHORUS





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