This is a song
Of reconciliation
Of how I once had been
Not yet 18

Carried myself through
Pain heartache and envy
Rebel at home too
This is what we do

Back then we knew
How to be happy but
While ignorance blessed us
Future planning chased us

With every day passing by
Staring at the ceiling dreaming of the sky
Wished for things I've never seen
Now I wish I could be once again,
not yet 18