It's cool to be young
They say that to my face like I'll believe them
Why'd you look so tired you just slept in the whole weekend?
It's good to be so free
They say it only gets worse from here
"You're in your prime, I'm on my way down"
How's young supposed to feel?

Is it miserable if I say
The wound still hurts
Come help me, it hurts
Am I weak for saying so?
Or you just make me feel so
Helpless for telling you
It hurts, come help me, it hurts

Can I tell you how I feel
Or will regret wash over me
Will you hold my words behind your back
Until you stab me with them when I'm let down
Will I ever feel not guilty for feeling how I'm supposed to
Is it okay to blame you for it?
Is it okay if I say "it hurts, help me, it hurts"
It aches and it burns like a birthday alone
Like a Christmas in bed with the lights out
Like a missed memory in the back of my mind