Teenage autobiography

Unprepared for my Chemistry Test,
I write the answers down and weight is lifted off my chest.
I pull it out with my papers,
And the thrill of cheating is finally savored

It might be wrong, but this is my song.

I’m having fun and grab a beer.
I start to dance and I begin to cheer.
I sip it down but drink it slow,
And watch my confidence begin to grow.

It might be wrong, but this is my song.

The chairs are set and the circle is formed.
I sit back easy as the smoke starts to swarm.
My eyes are squinted and my head is heavy,
And I go for a midnight Cruz in my best friends Chevy

It might be wrong, but this is my song

I’m feeling dizzy,
His body is warm but mine is chilly,
As he does what he is dared.
I set my head back to hide that I am truly scared.

It might be wrong, but this is my song

I stand in front of my father,
With my best friend, or that’s what I call her.
I lie by omission,
As I go to the party without his permission.

It might be wrong, but this is my song

I live my life with no regret,
I try to swallow my pride and forget,
That I have made mistakes,
But the pain from sinning still aches.

This all might be wrong, but this is my teenage song.