I'm getting older in a few days and I'll be sober
sober from the euphoria of disney fantasies and delusions-
the delusions kept me going but when reality kicks in,
I'll surely discover that delusions are not the solution just a fragile facade.
Last week I saw my lost friends so I called my Ma,
I couldn’t bear to relive the suicidal fantasies and the drama,
even though I'd still prefer the embracing feel of a coma.
The smell of a vanilla candle keeps met tight,
because being a soon-to-be-adult is a lot to handle.
As death is creeping and waiting for an open handle.
Maybe because no one has ever told me,
that growing up meant losing your loved ones-
that growing up means working so hard until your back hurt-
that growing up means slowly fading into nothingness-
when you feel like your’e running out of time because you have
dreams to chase,
or maybe I'm just bad a handling these obstacles I'm facing.
I thought growing up would be fun
but all it's been is pressure,
pressure to succeed and be better than my peers,
pressure to be a flawless member of society-
but no-one said growing up would be fun
I thought it would be a walk in the park
but in reality, it feels like chasing a running hill.
When I was young, I always wanted to grow up so fast,
so that I could be an adult and free.
Now that I’m older I wish I could go back in time-
when I was nothing but a young child
yearning to grow up so fast.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
I'm getting older in a few days and I'll be sober
sober from the euphoria of disney fantasies and delusions-
the delusions kept me going but when reality kicks in,
I'll surely discover that delusions are not the solution just a fragile facade.
Last week I saw my lost friends so I called my Ma,
I couldn’t bear to relive the suicidal fantasies and the drama,
even though I'd still prefer the embracing feel of a coma.
The smell of a vanilla candle keeps met tight,
because being a soon-to-be-adult is a lot to handle.
As death is creeping and waiting for an open handle.
Maybe because no one has ever told me,
that growing up meant losing your loved ones-
that growing up means working so hard until your back hurt-
that growing up means slowly fading into nothingness-
when you feel like your’e running out of time because you have
dreams to chase,
or maybe I'm just bad a handling these obstacles I'm facing.
I thought growing up would be fun
but all it's been is pressure,
pressure to succeed and be better than my peers,
pressure to be a flawless member of society-
but no-one said growing up would be fun
I thought it would be a walk in the park
but in reality, it feels like chasing a running hill.
When I was young, I always wanted to grow up so fast,
so that I could be an adult and free.
Now that I’m older I wish I could go back in time-
when I was nothing but a young child
yearning to grow up so fast.
