Rage

Verse 1

Sixteen years and a hundred mistakes,

Everybody sees the mess I make.

Daddy taught me how to stand up tall,

But lately I feel like I’m dropping the ball.

Got good intentions, but they come out wrong,

Trying to be strong takes all day long.

They see my attitude, they see my fight,

But they don’t see me crying at night.

Pre-Chorus

I’m tired of holding every feeling inside,

Putting on a smile while I’m losing my mind.

Chorus

So let me scream, let me slam that door,

Let me say the things I’ve never said before.

Everybody thinks they know what’s wrong with me,

But they’re only seeing what I let them see.

Maybe I’m angry, maybe I’m scared,

Maybe I’m tired of acting like I don’t care.

I’m sixteen, trying to figure it out,

And sometimes all this hurt comes pouring out.

Verse 2

The expectations hanging on the wall,

Make me feel ten feet short of standing tall.

Every little failure echoes in my head,

Turning simple words into things I dread.

I know they want the best for me, it’s true,

But sometimes I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

The pressure builds until I can’t think straight,

And all that frustration turns into rage.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t need perfection, I don’t need applause,

I just need somebody to see past my flaws.

Chorus

So let me scream, let me slam that door,

Let me say the things I’ve never said before.

Everybody thinks they know what’s wrong with me,

But they’re only seeing what I let them see.

Maybe I’m angry, maybe I’m scared,

Maybe I’m tired of acting like I don’t care.

I’m sixteen, trying to figure it out,

And sometimes all this hurt comes pouring out.

Bridge

Maybe I’m not who they thought I’d be,

Maybe that’s not the end of me.

I’m still learning, I’m still growing,

Even when it feels like nobody knows it.

Final Chorus

So let me breathe, let me find my way,

I don’t have to have it all figured out today.

I’m more than the mistakes that people talk about,

More than every fear and every doubt.

Yeah, I’m angry, yeah, I’m scared,

But I’m still here and I’m still getting there.

I’m sixteen, and maybe that’s enough for now,

I’ll find my way somehow.

Outro

Sixteen and spinning…

Still standing.

Still trying.

Still me.