When I was a teenage [bad word] 
My mother asked me she said, "Baby, what for?
I give you plenty, why do you want more?
Baby why are you a teenage [bad word] "

I said I feel so, alone and I,
I wish I could die
I've seen the things you put me through and I
I wish I could die

When I was a teenage [bad word] 
The rain came down like it never did before
I pay good money not to be ignored
Why am I a teenage [bad word] 

I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
Denying what...what what you put me through

Of my house...get out of my house
Get out of my house
Get out of my house!

When I was a teenage [bad word] 
My mother asked me she said, "Baby, what for?
I give you plenty, why do you want more?
Baby, why are you a teenage [bad word] "

I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
I don't want to live what you had...you have put me through
I wanted that shirt and I, I wanted those pants

It's all the light put me through and I
And I never had a way