When I close my eyes
People In my past I barely recognize
Facing me
But it was people that forgot me first
You know the old me probably'll do you worse
I'm not afraid of change no more
I am not afraid afraid of growing old
Not afraid of the unknown
I'm still wishing you would call my phone
Baby
Don't let them stress you, out
Too young for Gray hairs
Too young for unneeded fustrations