Raging between immaturity and responsibility. Growth has stunted me.
With every year, one thing seems so absurd;
Trying to be adults in a childish world.
We're so damn tired, and we're so damn sick
To give up innocence so fucking quick.
My years are catching up on me,
My sickness scars for all to see.
We'll never have that freedom back
Stop rushing forward, just make up for lost time.
Well it just takes one fucking day
To remember what you were never gonna give in to.
And now you're living in such shame
But it's never too late to be who you could have been.
