I've got a broken heart, for about 7 years.   Spend most of my time trying to dry my tears.   Peer preassure's got me down. Don't know when it will stop.   Though I've done nothing wrong, I still hide from the cops.   I'm dying for Your sense of sanity.   I'm crying for Your moments of serinity.         God help me through my teenage years.         High school can be so hard, and girls are all so mean.   Everyone tries to take a little stab at me.   And when I think about what I'll be when I grow old,   I don't want to look back and hear "I told you so!"   And I'm needing Your protection for me.   So I won't side with the enemy.         God Help me through my teenage years.