Bart’s a lot smarter than we give him credit for.
I fear for the women of the future,
As they degrade themselves for reasons unknown,
What business does a young teen have dressing so provocatively?
To attract boys?
Men are too old,
Why do you want to look like a woman yet still act like a girl?
They get sonograms before diplomas,
Insults before congratulations,
Their mothers won’t even claim them,
Showing their cleavage when they should be showing their mind,
We were all teens once,
And one thing we were blind to was prioritizing,
Girl crazy or boy crazy,
It’s all the same,
Cuz by today six years from now that boy you love will be just a name,
All the girls like him,
Now you’re having his baby,
And he doesn’t like you anymore,
Was it worth it?
Would you rather do homework or change a diaper?
You can have style,
But don’t draw attention to yourself,
Men are pigs and boys are boys,
Make up is made up,
But inside you’re true,
Keep on being someone you’re not,
Soon you won’t know you,
Dreams will be dreams forever,
A day to yourself will be your biggest fantasy,
When all along you could’ve had the life you always longed for,
If you just acted your age,
Don’t grow up
I’ve never been jealous of another man in my life,
Except this one time,
I saw this guy holding this pretty woman’s hand,
But it was just my own reflection,
I always told myself I wanted to be me when I grow up,
Though I’ve been called many things,
One thing I’ve never been is a failure,
I’m a man whore?
I’ll be the biggest man whore of all time,
I’m too honest?
I’ll try harder to be even more honest,
I’m too sensitive?
I’ll dig deeper into my feelings,
I’m not good enough?
I’ll be a even worse in the morning,
I’m a perfectionist,
Even if my goal is to fuck up,
I’ll be the best at that shit,
Because I’m me,
And I don’t care if you like it or not,
No one can be a better me than I,
Yet I don’t want to be anyone but me,
I am the greatest me there ever was,
And ever will be