Teenage years are tough, and so many people seem to overlook that. Parents breathing down your neck, trying to ensure that their child is doing the right thing. Groups of people that you wish would be your friends, but you just can't seem to relate to them in any way. I've watched too many people slip up and do all the wrong things for all the wrong reasons. And for what? To “fit in?" To make friends?

I can smell it, the familiar scent hitting the back of my throat,

She tried too hard to fit in, it was in the pool of popularity that she couldn't stay afloat,

Do what they do and I can fit in,

Wonder whose pants she's going to get in,

She doesn't have any morals,

But she's good at giving orals,

Climb your way to the top,

And never say the word stop,

Unstoppable, you are, but, baby girl slow your role,

Because this fast life is fast and it's taken its toll,

You look like you're 30 and you're only 18 years old,

Don't do what's cool,

Do what's you.