Eighteen

Don't wanna be eighteen with responsibilities Sometimes I get scared of growing up Entering a world with broken dreams Sometimes I get scared and throw it all up And June the third is Coming closer and I'm Nowhere near closure Don't wanna be eighteen when I can't ride a bike Still hide under my sheets during storms In my bed I'm ten but I can't shut my eyes I still wish I wore a school uniform And June the third is Coming closer and I'm Nowhere near closure Don't wanna be eighteen with a messy room Still wonder what lingers under my bed at night Kinda wish I stayed at my mother's home Are we gonna know what it's like to be blind? 'Cause June the third is Coming closer and I'm Nowhere near closure