It was my first time,
I committed a dangerous crime.
I was young and restless,
And I do confess,
I did something wrong,
And it didn't take very long.
I opened my alcohol,
I drank it all.
I was fourteen.
Thinking I was so mean.
That I would be popular,
That's for sure.
To bad the only name I got,
Was totally shot.
They called me a $lut.
I was the class-mut
They thought any guy could get with me,
But no! they couldn't see.
So many things just to fit in,
When most of them are all a sin.
Being cool is not something you learn
It's something you have to earn.
Many don't make it,
Instead they feel like $hit.
So don't waste your time on something that hurts you,
Don't forget who you are inside, just be true.
Trying to be someone else is not worth the wait.
Maybe, it's just not your fate.
