Tom O'Donovan - gifted kid burnout

Did they tell you
When you were eight-years-old
That you weren't like the other kids
You weren't quite as bold
Smarter, sharper, brighter than the rest
Special, precious, unique
Now you're sixteen
Broke and burning out in style
You lost your spark so long ago
You never really smile
Dyed hair, ripped jeans
You're a fucking mess
But you're always blaming circumstance
You never blame yourself
So, grow up and get a fucking job
You half-wit, outspoken hypocrite
You are not the genius they made you out to be
So, break free
Now you're sixteen
Frisky, in your bed alone
Making love to pretty people
That are living in your phone
High-strung, no fun
You're not the ingénue
You're an antisocial teenager
With nothing good to do
So, grow up and get a fucking job
You half-wit, outspoken hypocrite
You are not the genius they made you out to be
So, break free
If you worked that much harder
You could've gotten so much farther
If you had some more ambition
You wouldn't be in this position
You had potential
You threw it away
Away
Did they tell you
When you were eight-years-old
That you weren't like the other kids
You weren't quite as bold
Smarter, sharper, brighter than the rest
Special, precious, unique

Written by:
Thomas O'Donovan

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