Fifteen (Demo)

We all have our vices We all have our fights We all have our habits that make us think twice We all have our lifeless high-crisis disguises We all have the rabbit holes we try to hide in Take a look in my mind I feel you starting to fall I'm sorry all of the time I don't want to be here anymore Honest I still feel like fifteen I should get on this But I'm still stuck in the in between (of) Who I was and who I want to be It's not enough to lay here dormant Honest I still feel like fifteen Second guessing where I lay my head I've been living in the pastures green Wishing for "better things" It's no confession that I wish I was dead I've sang this song about a thousand times I need a better rhyme I'd really love to go and take her hand But I can't I'd really love to go and start a family Why can't I get passed this misery Why can't I place my faith in history Somebody save me I'm fifteen