The church ringing their bells
Music don't always help
But I can't stop; if I get a nine-to-five I'll
I'll prove my teachers right
Her friends will point and laugh
I hear my mother cry
I pray I can go
Back to when I wish I was older
'Cause now I f*cking hate my life, I wish it was over
And you hate me as well
So what's the point of trying to stop me?
Leave me be. Oh, how I wanna go
Back to when I wish I was older
'Cause now I f*cking hate my life, I wish it was over
And you hate me as well
So what's the point of trying to stop me?
Leave me be. Oh, how I wanna go