People Say

People say I'm too young to know myself.
People say I'm too lonely for my health.
People say I need to hang with a friend.
Y'know it drives me 'round the bend.

And I'd just like to say,
that,
It's them that drive my friends away.
Alienate them so that they don't want to stay.
Disapprove of everyone ok.

And they're fucking up my life,
Slashing with a knife,
Of misguided feeling.
And I don't want them here,
Don't want them near,
While my life is healing.

I don't want it to last,
Don't want to dwell on the past,
But you won't leave me alone.
You never praise, just moan.

Nothing that I do,
Is good enough for you.
And every wrong is just an excuse to be cruel.

Sorry about the odd flow.