when you're 17
you're trapped in the fallacy
that things can only get better
that this is the worst that it's ever going to be
that the best is yet to come

you think that this is the worst it can get
a broken heart and a worn out mind
a couple rough nights and cloudy mornings
you think that the sunrise is right around the corner
that you're working towards
a better future

you come out alive with cuts and bruises
a few broken bones
and you wait by the corner of the street
for a new world to take you away
and then you realize
this pain,
this pain is here to stay

and then one day you wake up
you're 37 years old
you thought it'd never get worse
but now,
even the dream of a better future
is gone with the wind
& that broken heart
it never got fixed
still 17 at heart
waiting for a better day;
fading away,
*fading away.