I'm familiar with everything that's going on around me
I remember I relied on white and everyone to tell me I look pretty
I didn't see too many
But now I'm seeing less and I confess that I am starting to forget
What having somebody is like
Somebody to cry to but instead I want to hide inside my room and talk to nobody at all
I built another wall
I wanted to get better can u see me in the cellar as I curl into a ball
Please dont think of me at all
I thought I was grown up when I turned 17
Little did I know that growing up required me to f*ck up time and time again
I lost so many friends
I'm almost 22 but im still growing up my hands don't look the same as they did then
Wish that i could try again
Build up one more wall and take the fall to save us all
Please don't think of me at all