Your over-protection irritates me to no end
Peeping over everything that I do
Jumping to conclusions all the time
It's constricting for me
I'm not a little kid anymore
I'm a young adult
I have common sense, I'm not a pothead
And I would never be
But if I do rebel
It's your fault
I'm tired of your fifty million rules
Tired of everything that I do being in secret
If only you could look back
And remember the times when you were me
Young and rebellious
Stop with the rules
Let me go
I'm not a little kid anymore
Don't put any other constrictions on me
You may not be happy that you did.
-End
-Written by the one and only Dakota "The Tank" Harkess
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