I thought it was bad when I was 17
And I was so sure I couldn't wait a year.
But its worst, being 18
And I just long to disappear
There's no more time to curse
To blame for my entrapment
But with no place to go...
It's so hard for me to step out on my own.
Truthfully, life scares me
And it's so hard to accept this new label as an adult
I didn't want to be an adult
I just wanted to be free
But suddenly
All these responsibilities
They're ****** upon me
And once again I'm stuck
Looking for an escape.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I thought it was bad when I was 17
And I was so sure I couldn't wait a year.
But its worst, being 18
And I just long to disappear
There's no more time to curse
To blame for my entrapment
But with no place to go...
It's so hard for me to step out on my own.
Truthfully, life scares me
And it's so hard to accept this new label as an adult
I didn't want to be an adult
I just wanted to be free
But suddenly
All these responsibilities
They're ****** upon me
And once again I'm stuck
Looking for an escape.
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