It's really weird 

To be seventeen 

And not know anything 

They say ignorance is bliss 

So I guess my life should be at peace

But it's not 

When you're seventeen 

And trying to figure out

Wrong from right

It's like you're two again

And understanding right from left

Or being seven 

and learning to ride a bike 

When you're seventeen

And trying to learn

An honest soul from the rest

It's like being eleven 

And picking apples at the orchard

Trying to pick out the rotten ones

Or being four

And finding out what colors blend 

And which ones turn black

Being seventeen sucks.

When you love someone 

And it's real

And you don't know what to do about it 

It's like when you were eight

And trying to figure out who to invite to your tea party 

And which friends you had to leave out

Being seventeen and confused and falling madly in love

Is like being thirteen 

13 and joining middle school

Figuring out who you are

What friends are true 

What you will become 

It's so beautiful

Yet so confusing 

To be seventeen 

So ignorant and young 

Falling in love 

To be seventeen...