Everything changes too quickly |
Wake up at eleven 'Cause it's your birthday. Eighteen's gonna be heaven or at least it seems that way. What you don't know is that's only how it seems. You've grown and grown and grown, then you're downed at eighteen. Soon the big day passes. You're off to savor freedom. Only one year left of classes, then the world becomes your kingdom. Then out of the blue comes a force of which you'd never dream. It swiftly plows you and you're downed at eighteen. This is a sick form of stating Congratulations! You're of majority. In your bed, you're debating if adulthood's worth the glory. You try to blink it out of your mind since you can't believe that it can be, but now all you seem to find is you're downed at eighteen. Angry and helpless, you curse out your fate as independence rears its ugly head. Your thoughts are in decline, and at this rate you start to think you're better off dead. Yet in the midst of your despair, you still fail to see the things of which you're unaware, that you won't always be downed at eighteen. But it's hard to see that when your family's cursing you out. You can't begin to believe that fact because you can barely endure this bout. For now, you have to struggle with your pain and misery. So will come a job, and that you have to juggle with all the hell of being diwned at eighteen. |