18 Lyrics

18, i've got to grow out of it
18, with nothing to worry about

so listen, i'm screaming loud and clear
so sick of me being so near
the futur, what will it bring?
when i feel like nothing

this summer write down everything that i say
and remember that i was always too late

i cannot be [you're everything]
you wanted me [i wanted you]
i cannot be [you're everything]
you wanted me [but for nothing]

go on, sing me these lines
there's no point i was lost far behind

the futur, what will i sing
well i've got nothing