I wanna be a bottle
blonde
I don’t know why but I feel
conned
I wanna be an idle
teen
I wish I hadn’t been so
clean
I wanna stay inside all
day
I want the world to go
away
I want blood, guts and chocolate
cake
I wanna be a real
fake
Yeah I wish I’d been a, wish
I’d been a teen, teen idle
Wish I’d been a prom queen
fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning
up a bible
Feeling super, super (super!)
suicidal
The wasted years, the wasted
youth
The pretty lies, the ugly
truth
And the day has come where I have
died
Only to find I’ve come
alive
