it's a twisted, tragic,
like magic,
involuntary habit,
the way you lose your self-control.
a heartache hiding under fashion,
waiting for the world to happen.
it's hard to hide
the heat inside,
that hell you call a soul.
and you've been told,
your heart is made of solid gold.
twisted little teenage heart,
what'cha gonna tear apart this time?
growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark,
your twisted little teenage heart.
your twisted little teenage heart.
you're the metronome that's swinging
back and forth from hot to freezing.
not afraid to fake your age,
but still afraid of growing old.
like a queen in isolation,
rule the world from in your basement.
you think you're only worth
what you can earn
what you can hold.
and you've been told,
your heart is made of solid gold.
twisted little teenage heart,
what'cha gonna tear apart this time?
growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark,
your twisted little teenage heart.
your twisted little teenage heart.
twisted little teenage heart,
what'cha gonna tear apart this time?
growing up will get you drunk on all those shots in the dark,
your twisted little teenage heart.
your twisted little teenage heart.