Teenage Statistic

This is my life as a teenage statistic,
I'm drunk and I'm stoned, yet I'm sobering with it.
I'm high and I'm low,
I'm yes and I'm no,
No doubt in your eyes I'm a misfit.
I live on the streets for my house ain't a home,
My Mum's pissed and Dad ain't somebody I know.
I'm hot and their cold,
I;m young and their old,
They're in glass houses throwing stones.
The government wants them to send me to school,
Suffocate me with the tie and their rules.
'Educate, Educate!',
Screams our Head of State,
When his contract is up for renewal.
But I see right through them, each person transparent,
I've still got my youth and the freedom they haven't.
I know why they tell us,
They'll lie cos they're jealous,
They leave me here verbally battered.
I get, 'Where have you been? I told you ten o clock',
She says 'Have you been with him?' I think 'Go and get fucked'.
She's pretending to care,
But she just wants me there,
Cos I bump all her benefits up.
I'm fifteen in July and we're getting a flat,
Me and him won't deny that we'll fall in the trap.
But we know they'll pay,
If I'm pregnant or gay,
And there's not much to life except that.
So I've come off the pill, I might go on the game,
Just a cheap townie's thrill, but it pays me a wage.
They've got posh cars and money,
That they'll spend on my body,
And extra cos I'm underage.
It's all sex and graffitti and dancing and drink,
The excitement in knowing I'm not where she thinks.
It's fags and champagne,
And it's killing my brain,
But they're sailing by us while we sink.
So I'm getting my kicks anyway that I can,
If it means I can score, I'll nick notes off my Nan.
I'm a glorified stealer,
I'm shagging my dealer,
I don't expect you'd understand.
Cos my life's so much newer, it's raw and it's true,
I'm not rich, I'm not nice and I ain't like you.
I'll smoke and do smack, and I won't love you back,
Cos my hearts been beaten black and blue.
I'm abused physically and I'm mentally damaged,
My life has been wasted, my body's been ravaged.
I'd rather just die,
Than be hating this life,
And wishing I'd lived how I haven't.
Now sorry's a word that I just can't say,
Impenetant, this washed up runaway.
They've still come back to me,
This patched-up family,
That's split at the seams from the strain.
Cos my daughter's been born, lying in my arms,
Lord, I never meant to cause her harm.
I've made her diseased,
They can't get her to breathe,
God, won't you give my baby a chance?
Don't deny her this life that I've wasted so much,
Leave this small helpless child so full of hope and love.
Won't you take me instead,
Leave her here, on this bed,
This sad infant dependant on drugs.
But I'm stood at her grave and I try to reflect,
I hate God, I hate life, I hate those who are blessed.
With their children to hold,
As they live to grow old,
And make something good of this mess.
So heed this ballad of a generation lost,
They're loosing their minds and their lives, but for what?
I only find relief,
Now my child rests in peace,
But I paid the ultimate cost.