Lyric
At sixteen, I'm happy
but not popular
because I'm shy,
people get mad at me
because I don't talk
people hate me
because I'm not rich and I'm
not like them I'm only a
human not a shopping fanatic
I'm going through a lot of pressure
by my peers
my friends hate each other
they always fight
hey I'm only sixteen i've still
got time to figure things out
just let me be myself
not someone I'm not.
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