In just a couple months I'll be turning 17
18s just another year away and I'm still processing
I'm still not big yet and my grades haven't rised
I kept my hopes low and there's still no still no surprise but
I'll make it somehow
This is not a song about you this is a song about me instead
I'm tired of writing shitty love songs on a paper that will never get read
I try to sleep comfortably but there's bed bugs on my bed
I wanna make some better songs but I can't find the chords in my head
I told myself that I would fix my overall mentality
Aprils almost coming soon and the third days just for me
There's people and dreams that all stop me from dying
But all this bullshit just makes me wonder why
I'll make it somehow
This is not a song about you this is a song about me instead
There more you hear the song again you might think that I'm a hypocrite
But this is just what I'm saying and it all comes from my head
I'd write a lyric here and there but I think I'll stick with this instead