Naive 16

Oh!naive sixteen,you've grown Big like a mountain yet deserve The kindergarten. How you make me surprise, Why become like merchandise that the Trousers buy? Most you become the prey? Pray you stop being the prey For the glamor you pursue like a Police after an accomplice, Will help you not. Oh!naive sixteen,the scent of limousine Driving you crazy,making your brains lazy, Making your dreams shattered,tattered, And wittered like a dying plant on earth. Oh!naive sixteen,now you are sixteen, Before you become twenty two in this Ugly infatuation,you might perish or retire and re-great.