Maybe my silence doesn’t need an explanation,

All the words I failed to put in conversation.

Maybe I’m too scared to step out of line,

Bomber planes of doubt destroying my mind.

Maybe I’ve screwed everything up

I’ve won the race, it doesn’t seem like much.

Maybe I’m just tired of living,

A battle I’m losing for all the wrong reasons.

Maybe I’ve done things in the past

I’m ashamed of, good friends never last.

Maybe I was wrong all along

Instead of running away, I should’ve stayed strong.

Maybe I shouldn’t have given you that final kiss,

I want to grow up but I’m too young for this.

Why does this have to be so complicated?

There’s a part of growing up that I’ve underestimated.

They say to live through the fears, the highs,

the labyrinth of lies and the rushed goodbyes

I’m scared and lost and alone and afraid

Trying to be young...

...before it’s too late.