I hate the small talks—guess I never grew up.

They talk in circles, I just wanna blow stuff up.

Fake smiles, PTA, and their sugar-free lies,

I’m stuck in the corner just rollin’ my eyes.

They say “maturity” like it’s a crown—

But babe, my sneakers still stomp this town.

I never grew up, and I don’t wanna.

Your white-picket dreams? I’ll pass, Madonna.

I want noise, I want mess, I want real stuff—

Keep your casseroles, I’ve had enough.

I never grew up… and that’s my glow-up. 💅

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They talk about taxes and yoga and lawns,

I write about heartbreak at 3:01 dawn.

They whisper behind me—“she’s kinda intense,”

But babe, I’d rather scream than make pretend friends.

They sip their wine and fake their cheers,

I drink chaos and cry happy tears.

I never grew up, and I don’t wanna.

Your white-picket dreams? I’ll pass, Madonna.

I want noise, I want mess, I want real stuff—

Keep your casseroles, I’ve had enough.

I never grew up… and that’s my glow-up. 💅

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I skipped the prom queen, burned the script,

Wrote my own lines with a glitter pen grip.

No pearls, no pearls—I wear guitar strings,

I’m the anthem the misfit siren sings.

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So call me childish, call me wild—

I’d rather be weird than perfectly styled.

Your “normal” feels like a padded cell—

I broke that mold and I’m doing swell. 😉

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I never grew up, and I don’t wanna.

You chase approval—I chase nirvana.

I want love that’s raw, not surface-deep,

I want dreams that keep me from sleep.

I never grew up… and that’s my glow-up. 💥

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So pass the mic, I’ll raise some hell—

Forever young, and I wear it well.