I'm a teen And not a thing I'm eighteen Doesn't mean you should compare me to eight things
I'm not a thing you can easily dispose Cos your naked secrets, I'll surely expose Don't look at me like someone who's suffering from boredom Cos I'll suprise you with my too much wisdom
Never look down on the age You'll never be able to handle that age's knowledge Afterall, age is just a number So, wake up from your slumber
I'm not a toy Which when bored, it's company you'll enjoy I'm a precious gold That can never get old