At noon I’m yellin’ at my mom.
At one, a fight with dad.
My folks are getting so concerned
That I have turned out bad.

But then by two my mood is gone.
I’m pleasant as can be.
“I love you Mom” “Hey dad, you’re great.”
They gape and stare at me.

The teenage years are difficult.
Your moods have ebbs and flows.
You’re sweet and then you’re miserable.
That’s just the way it goes.

When I am acting horrible.
Seem like I’ve lost my way.
Just hang on tight, this too shall pass.
I’ll be grown up some day.