Get Your Stripes Songtext

Pressure and anxiety are falling down on me
And I can't seem to bear all the weight
You call me a friend, but when I'm at wit's end
Why does it seem that good friends can't relate?
I'm 18 years old and I'm on my own
Nothing to do nowhere to go
To this point I've been told what to say
I'm 18 years old and I'm tired of all this bullshit
He says, and she says, they tell me what to do
Tell me who I should believe