17

now i'm seventeen my school is in the country students wear trainers read the same magazins now i'm seventeen my school is getting tiresome teachers-they're so young singling me out only like philosophy & after school the time that's what i call my own, my own time nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home talking 'bout soaps'n' that i go home alone like it watching the nameless people surfing subways, travelling somewhere “…nowhere…" now i'm seventeen i do not have a title depend on no one else busy being kind (to my self) only like philosophy & after school the time that's what i call my own, my own time nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home talking 'bout soaps'n' that i go home alone and have dinner in my sweet home praying again, again & again “…peace…" i see the same faces in school & they say that i am different i think it's an honour i say it's an honour to B different i can't go their way surfing subways, travelling somewhere “…nowhere…" no no no no ah i go home alone and have dinner in my sweet sweet home praying again, again & again “…peace…" now i'm seventeen now i'm“…seventeen…"