now i'm seventeen
my school is in the country
students wear trainers
read the same magazins
now i'm seventeen
my school is getting tiresome
teachers-they're so young
singling me out
*only like philosophy
&after school the time
tha's what i call my own time
nice girls meet nice boys
end of school day
while other girls go strait home
talking 'bout soaps'n'that
i go home alone
like it watching the nameless people
surfing subways, travelling somewhere
now i'm seventeen
i do not have a title
depend on no one else
busy being kind -> *
i go home alone
and have dinner in my sweet home
praying again, again & again
i see the same faces in school
& they say that i am different
i think it's an honour
i say it's an honour
to B different I can't go their way
now i'm seventeen....