Saturday, November 19, 2011

Eighteen, and I like it.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want. Eighteen, I just don't know what I want. Eighteen, I've got to get away. I've got to get out of this place. I'll go running in outer space.

I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart. Took eighteen years to get this far. Don't always know what I'm talking about. Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

Cause I'm eighteen! I get confused everyday. eighteen. I just don't know what to say.





Eighteen, I've got to get away.

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