When I was young I asked myself
What's gonna happen if I don't like being older?
What's gonna happen if I have no one
No friends and family
No one to cry on their shoulder?

It seems I thought about it one too many times
And it's gone way too far and I can't shake it from my mind

Oh if I could
I would understand if you wanted to run away

It's not so much of a problem now
It doesn't bother me as much as it used to do
Follow the pattern for every person
They grow up, they get old, they die and it doesn't matter

It seems I thought about it one too many times
And I'ts gone way too far and I can't shake it from my mind

Oh if I could
I would understand if you wanted to run away
Maybe it's strange, and maybe it's the same
I don't think I'll ever understand