It is strange, this rebellion of mine

It is strange, because I didn't do it in time

For what would they say if I dyed my hair black, or pierced my lip, or slit my wrist.

I'm too old for those things, I'm too old to be young. 

Dumb

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It is strange this rebellion of mine

I'm screaming, but only inside...

You don't seem to see what's behind this face.

The anger, the hurt, the depressed little girl, 

Disturbed

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It is strange this rebellion of mine

I lash out when no one's around

But what can you say, I'm keeping you away

as you don't want to see, you don't want me

to be

Depressed.