now i'm seventeen my school is in the country students wear trainers read the same magazines
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 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 myself)
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