Stuck At Fifteen

Your age is showing again, princess No matter the pitiful resistence Xanthic lullabies - over indulgence Concentrate, yes that's it, concentrate Brave, that's right, you're brave Princess, how many times will you be late Yes, late to dig your own grave Seventeen years, stuck at fifteen Don't take this as a gear to be mean Will you ever grow up? Answer remains to be seen I've apologized over and over Cried myself sober Princess it's over . . . Still crying myself sober Severed the ties, a mere string a simply broken human being Cue: Dreamer awakes with nothing Princess, yes it's clear It hurts, day by day, fade to years To deny would be to neglect your fear It's okay though, you still have the beer Stuck at fifteen, I refuse to grow Yes, that's it, refuse. Until my age fails to show Act my yearly advance? No, No No! Pandora's Box, this always ends the same This yo-yo movement drives me insane this flu-like symptom, hard to name Futile resistence, so easy to drain Confuse reality with the faeries, princess Act your age, your wavering presistence it's showing again, though it's meaningless