In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
Oh what I funny feeling I'm holding
Oh, I thought I'd figure it out by now
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And yet I feel like haven't accomplished anything
Threw away my stories, undermine what I've done
Tearing myself apart, before it begun
I'll let myself drift away with time again
Maybe I just, ain't that good at pretending
But how I could, when i'm holding this feeling
Everytime I put my mask on, I see more cracks between the eyes
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
But I can't live like this for another week
Sometimes I wish, I never made it far
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And I still hide and hide and hide
I'll hide the truth from all of my friends, family and even myself
And I'll thank you for your warm regards
And I'll cry later because I don't deserve
All this love that you gave to me
I can't hold it all
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
They says its better late than never
Guess its time to give up
Say I'm better than ever
Even though I am
It doesn't really matter
That I turn eighteen
Stand on the edge
The wind spoke to me
At dead of the night
I got the call that I needed
I guess I am really eighteen
Lost and confuse
I won't find my way out
I suppose it doesn't matter
Cause I'm grown out
I guess I'll just figure out another
And all that I can do
Is to hope that I'm ok
Maybe next year, or after that
Would still be ok
Maybe I'm glad that I turned 18 afterall
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In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
Oh what I funny feeling I'm holding
Oh, I thought I'd figure it out by now
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And yet I feel like haven't accomplished anything
Threw away my stories, undermine what I've done
Tearing myself apart, before it begun
I'll let myself drift away with time again
Maybe I just, ain't that good at pretending
But how I could, when i'm holding this feeling
Everytime I put my mask on, I see more cracks between the eyes
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
But I can't live like this for another week
Sometimes I wish, I never made it far
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And I still hide and hide and hide
I'll hide the truth from all of my friends, family and even myself
And I'll thank you for your warm regards
And I'll cry later because I don't deserve
All this love that you gave to me
I can't hold it all
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
They says its better late than never
Guess its time to give up
Say I'm better than ever
Even though I am
It doesn't really matter
That I turn eighteen
Stand on the edge
The wind spoke to me
At dead of the night
I got the call that I needed
I guess I am really eighteen
Lost and confuse
I won't find my way out
I suppose it doesn't matter
Cause I'm grown out
I guess I'll just figure out another
And all that I can do
Is to hope that I'm ok
Maybe next year, or after that
Would still be ok
Maybe I'm glad that I turned 18 afterall
Oh what I funny feeling I'm holding
Oh, I thought I'd figure it out by now
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And yet I feel like haven't accomplished anything
Threw away my stories, undermine what I've done
Tearing myself apart, before it begun
I'll let myself drift away with time again
Maybe I just, ain't that good at pretending
But how I could, when i'm holding this feeling
Everytime I put my mask on, I see more cracks between the eyes
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
But I can't live like this for another week
Sometimes I wish, I never made it far
In just a week, I'll turn eighteen
And I still hide and hide and hide
I'll hide the truth from all of my friends, family and even myself
And I'll thank you for your warm regards
And I'll cry later because I don't deserve
All this love that you gave to me
I can't hold it all
Stalling for meaning
Another late night working for no reason
Bruises that won't heal
No matter how much I try
Stuck in this meeting
Oh why do I have to keeping finding reasons
When was the last time
I saw myself happy
They says its better late than never
Guess its time to give up
Say I'm better than ever
Even though I am
It doesn't really matter
That I turn eighteen
Stand on the edge
The wind spoke to me
At dead of the night
I got the call that I needed
I guess I am really eighteen
Lost and confuse
I won't find my way out
I suppose it doesn't matter
Cause I'm grown out
I guess I'll just figure out another
And all that I can do
Is to hope that I'm ok
Maybe next year, or after that
Would still be ok
Maybe I'm glad that I turned 18 afterall
Writer: Parm Chitrakorn
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