How did we get this far?
Seems like everyone has lost their hearts,
Demons and scars tearing us apart at the seams.
Empathy's a newly made ghost town.
Sympathy on the brink of running extinct.
This isn’t how it used to be.
At least,
this isn’t how it used to seem.

I still remember the world at sixteen.
When cars went fast,
music was played on blast,
and the wind whipped through my hair.
We were tangled messes but didn’t care.
The night lights felt brighter,
Our worries felt lighter,
And the outside world didn’t look so broken down.

I remember the world at eighteen,
When all we had was optimism, and a dream.
I can see that last classroom with all my friends,
Smiling until the bell sounded, and class fizzled to an end.
We took our party out to the parking lot that day,
We smiled then,
We laughed a lot.

I’m twenty-one now and don’t laugh as much.
Its only been three years,
but I feel out of touch.
This world already weighing heavily on my heart.
Am I doing it right this growing up part?
No one seems to know,
we're all just taking a shot in the dark.

So I hold onto the feeling of sixteen,
the feeling of being free.
I hold onto the feeling of eighteen,
when the world seemed to fit into the palm of my hand.
Life seemed so much brighter,
so much kinder back then.