“Coming of Age?”
Hold on to trying
Another thought fades
Inside my own head
Rearranged I see
Confusion up ahead
I’ll try to stare for a while
If nothing ever comes
I’ll hold the line and smile
I couldn’t say I cared
But oh, sometimes I do
Flip it up and turn around
Is it time for you
Clearness isn’t clearance
Though sometimes it trys
And when I feel that feeling
The burning grows concern
I never want to grow up
I never want to see
How can it be better
Oh please help me see
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