Some girls get all done up, lose their face to repair

They attend every party, but it's taking them nowhere

Some think it's funny, say they don't even care

But on the inside they wish they were there

What have we come to now?

We all wanna be like the rest

Can't describe just how

But we're all a beautiful mess

One moment, we're broken and then we're fine

"He called you back?" "Wait, wasn't he mine?"

One moment, we're broken and then we're fine

Lost in the puzzle of the teenage mind

Some boys make the trouble and think they're all it

Constantly in company or thrown to the ditch

And some are just there to have a good time

Ignoring every bit of drama and each little lie

What have we come to now?

We all wanna be like the rest

Can't describe just how

But we're all…