Smiles turn into frowns Bracelets turn into blades Soda turns into ***** Love turns into hate Laughter becomes tear drops Boys become toys
Baseball is then all about the bases Running past numerous faces
Friends become enemies What was once a rose, now nothing but thorns From energetic to tired and worn Sponge Bob to *** tapes and **** I love you I want you gone We go from 12 to 20 Now he's far more than a buddie Hmmm, smells like teen spirit