Eighteen years old

18 years old I’m supposed to know what I want

so much pressure, red ones

finally adult

what I’ve been waiting for

but I don’t know it all

where I wanna go

who I wanna be

what I wanna do with my life

so many questions all at the same time

like what’s the reason that I’m here?

for what’s life about?

maybe when I get older

I’ll figure it out

I’ll figure it out

you can call me lost if you like

you can tell me girl that is life

‘cause what’s wrong can be right

through someone else’s eyes

but I gotta make the choice on my own

now that I am grown

gotta move out of the childhood soon

by Gabriel_Medeiros