Shena Ringo - 17

Now I'm seventen
My school is in the country
Students wear trainers,
reed the sam magazins
Now I'm seventen
My school is gettin' tiresome
Teachers, thy're so young-
singling me out
Only like philosophy
and 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
traveling somewhere
"...NOWHERE..."

Now I'm seventeen
I do not have a tiltle
Depend on no one else
Busy being king
Only like philosophy
and 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 and again
again, again, and again, again, again...
("...PEACE...")
I see the same faces in school
And 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
traveling somewhere
"...nowhere, NOWHERE..."
I go home alone
And have dinner in my sweet, sweet home
Praying again, again and again
again, and again, and again...
("...PEACE...")

Now I'm seventeen
Now I'm seventeen

Shena Ringo - 17

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