No one told you,
When you would turn thirteen,
That you would suddenly do your make-up,
And try girly things.
You would no longer like baseball,
But rather going shopping for shoes,
And going to the mall,
To watch boys and what they do.
No one told you,
That when you would add one more year,
You would start to change,
And your life you would begin to steer.
You would date your first real boy,
And obsess over him for a week,
Then he would treat you like a toy,
And find he is not what you seek.
No one told you,
That when you would turn fifteen,
Make-up would not be all that important,
And you would not much like girly things.
Once again you would like sports,
But did not quite obsess over shoes,
You would have a crush on a dork,
And you would not be sure what to do.
No one told you,
That when you would add another year,
You would think **** is a fashion,
And that boy you had liked is now a queer.
Then that queer became your best friend,
And he would take you shopping for shoes,
But you would rather get a job,
And start becoming something new.
No one told you,
That when you would turn seventeen,
You would realize sixteen is so far away,
And feel stuck in between.
You would have your job and your best friend,
And all the shoes you ever could want,
But it would not seem like enough,
And your body you would not really flaunt.
No one told you,
That when another year would go by,
That you would still feel like a teenager,
And you would not know what to do with your life.
High school would finally be over,
And yet you would miss it so much,
Your best friend would have moved away,
And you would feel like you have lost your touch.
No one told you,
That when you would turn nineteen,
You would be shopping for furniture,
For your best friend that had moved away.
And that he would come back into town,
Deciding he was not gay,
And he wanted you to be down,
For getting married one day.
No one told you,
That when life gets a little uncontrollable,
The most unexpected happens,
And you would find it unavoidable.
No one told you,
And I am sure you are thinking that I am right,
That when you were a teenager,
You felt like life was so “tight!”
And other times it was not so great,
Like when you partied ‘til you yakked,
And when you lost your virginity,
It was with that guy that did not want you back.
And when you would do drugs for the first time,
You would have to sneak out of your house,
And you would fall asleep after the high,
And your parents would find out.
No one told you,
All those things you thought: you would never do,
And all those things they said: you would not,
Even though you thought you ought to.
No one told you,
About the tears that you would cry,
And the times you would laugh so hard,
That you would *** yourself and lie to get by.
And all the classes you would skip,
To get things you did not need,
And that you would drive your car into a ditch,
Man, don't you wish you had not done it?
But if you had not,
You would not be who you are,
And I bet you are happy they did not tell you,
And I bet you are happy your wish on a star,
Did not come true.
All because no one told you.