Yes, we are teens, so what?

Years of play
We make it hell
Ask you, dad
How things sell
To study
We make excuse
Thinking about exams
We burn up our fuse
Small fights with friends
We cry ocean
Do everything over
And cry on conclusion
Try finding partners
End up doing shit
Goes off into depression
Making mind lit
In our mind
We are in a cage
In reality
We are in the first stage
Thousands of difficulties ahead
Lakh problems to face
Million People to turn up
Would you lose your grace?
Think again
Life is short
Either waste on shit
Or make it ho