12 years old, the age of curiosity The age of tenderness, affection, and joy Getting grown now This is when you're told that life is not a toy.
You think you're so old Until tragedy hits you Suddenly you don't feel so bold You're aweary, restrained, suffocating And life is cold You feel as if you're just going to fold
You grow older, 13,14,15,16,17. You hit 18. You realize life is just an anomaly Everyone around you is a stranger And the saddest part is, You are your own stranger.
You spend years looking for yourself, But have you tried looking for oneself Through things besides media? Besides games, besides education and people Who don't care about you Who don't love you Who don't want you
You flip the switch You try your best Life took its toll Now you're here. You're in the moment. But within a second That moment is gone
And suddenly you're on your own. Just like the day you were born All alone. You hear the horn And now your life has ended
You wasted your time looking for things You realize that those things didn't do you any good You cling onto your life .. what you have left But it's too late now Ya Allah Save me from the hellfire