And I've nasty red pimples that grow on my
cheek.
My voice it has broken, I cackle and squeak.
On my chin and my face and in spots I can't
show.
So very restless, and hair starts to grow,
Can't wait to grow up, feel kinda awkward
somehow.
My hormones are stirring, I'm a teenager now,
I've noticed their shapes as they pass me
by,
And my innards start stirring, cause they
please my eye.
The opposite sex, well they look kinda nice,
But I've become rather bashful and can't break the ice.
In another confusing, and mostly unreal.
In one way it's nice, in the way that I feel,
Planning a future for her and for me.
I'm always day dreaming, and it's her that I
see,
But me, by gee, I'm as awkward as hell,
I know that she likes me, I somehow can tell,
There's
a girl in my form, I've come under her spell,
My parents are worried, my marks aren't the best,
Just scraped through with
history, but failed a maths test,
But I'm just one of
millions, who pass through this stage,
Who are longing to grow up and just be their age.