Adolescence - The Murlocs

Hardly grateful or content

I’m acting in the moment

Scared of my own independence

My only nemesis is incompetence

Scared of my own independence

Always left wondering when

Will I grow out of my adolescence

Much to your dismay

I’m in a sea of hate

Can’t accept what’s on this plate

And my enemies start to spread

Killing sprees are best left unsaid

On my knees I am begging to confess

Always left wondering when

When

When

Will I grow out of my adolescence

Always left wondering when

When

When

Will I grow out of my adolescence