Psuedo-Teenage Psuedo-Rocker

[Chris]

This was a song I was writing, until it became apparent to me that music is not my forte, and I was writing something that I didn't really relate to. I never got around to finishing it.

I'm so lost, I'm on my own
I'm so etcetera, blah blah blah
Parents are always on my case
and my friends don't really get me
I'll turn to mohawks, tattoos, black eye shadow
Piercings, tantrums, melodrama
I'll make a scowl-y face
And sink into despondency

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a pseudo-teenage psuedo-rocker
Pissy little motherf***er
Listen while I shriek my darkest into the microphone
I'll push you with my pessimism
Pelt you with depressionism
Then I'll ponder, wonder how comes I'm always alone