12345678 spots on my face, too much acne to embrace person behind them
Zits on my back, with heads bright white, scarlet and black
In much too much an awkward place to pop them
Pimples on my chest, probably there because I'm stressed
about the people talking behind my back
About the spots on my face the ones I wish I could erase
Just like the so called friends that like to tease me about them
Clearasil and Freederm, sitting in my bathroom
The spots on my face can confirm that they don't really work
Proactiv solution deserves an execution
For being an ablution that does nothing but smirk at me
'Cause I'm an acne ridden teen
12345678 countless times I've tried and tried but my skin just ends up all dry
And I'm left wanting to stay inside
But then one day I said: Charlie, it's not as bad as it could be
They're only spots it's not like you've died
Be a man, be who you are but try not to pop them in case they scar
Even though squeezing them is fun
Understand at the end of the day to put your hands down and say okay
Get out of the bathroom, and lie out in the sun (because I heard that helps)
Clearasil and Freederm, sitting in my bathroom
The spots on my face can confirm that they don't really work
Proactiv solution deserves an execution
For being an ablution that does nothing but smirk at me
'Cause I'm an acne ridden teen
But I won't let that define me
Because the people that mind don't matter
And the people that matter don't mind
So when all that puss goes splatter
Wipe it off your mirror, and wipe it from your mind
You could try and dairy free diet
And drink 8 cups of water a day
But in the end your acne will still run riot
'Cause the hormones that cause them, just won't go away
Clearasil and Freederm, sitting in my bathroom
The spots on my face can confirm that they don't really work
Proactiv solution deserves an execution
For being an ablution that does nothing but smirk at me
'Cause I'm an acne ridden teen
Cause I'm an acne ridden, somewhat smelly, kind of weird
But generally AOK teen
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