There is a life ahead of you, things change. Everyone, all their voices, just keep playing on repeat. They keep chirping in my ear telling me not to fear; everything can change. You still have your life ahead of you. But what they don't understand is that I make choices for MY own life, the bickering just doesn't change. I don't worry about my future as long as I have you. It's been years of them incessantly telling me how much of my life I still have to lead, But in the end they still will never understand me.
"Those Youtful eyes are glossed over,
with old lies and being naive,
to be who I am,
young, but never free.
We are both dysfunctionally functional,
running around like a motor boat,
to get away as far away,
as we can ever be.
I'm laughing out loud to the sound of their sighs,
I am who I am, stop, Don't try,
I'm both young and naive,
than you would rather me be,
And I would give up a lot for you,
I'm a lover, Not a fighter,
and my future is brighter,
when I'm with you.
I may be young, but who should judge,
they just lack courage and curiousity,
to follow their passions,
because life to them is all just reality.
And this life that I live may seem to you a bit premature,
But to me I am happy."
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