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Eighteen

As adulthood beckons, the innocence says goodbye
But beneath the surface, a heavy sigh
As adulthood beckons, the innocence says goodbye

No more childhood dreams, no more childish play
Facing the world, in a whole new way
The laughter fades, the smiles dim
As reality sets in, on a whim

Years pass by, the journey unfolds
In the depths of sorrow, the heart molds
Lost in the echoes of what could have been
At the brink of adulthood, the soul's keen

Friends drift away, like leaves in the wind
Leaving behind memories, to remind
But the road ahead seems dark, unclear
At the crossroads of doubt, the mind veers

In the mirror's reflection, a stranger stares back
Unsure of the future, on a winding track
But with every step forward, a story unfolds
At the threshold of adulthood, where the heart holds

Years pass by, the journey unfolds
In the depths of sorrow, the heart molds
Lost in the echoes of what could have been
At the brink of adulthood, the soul's keen

So hold on tight, to the dreams you chase
In the tears you shed, find your grace
For in the depths of despair, lies strength untold
As the heart learns to rise, bold and bold

In the silence of my mind, a symphony of doubt
A thousand whispers, weaving in and out
Lost amidst the chaos, searching for a sign
In the depths of my soul, where dreams intertwine
Questions dance like shadows in the night
Fears and hopes engage in endless fight
Amidst the noise, a single truth I find
In the stillness of uncertainty, I unwind

Oh, yeah

Maybe I'm not ready
Maybe I'm not ready

Years pass by, the journey unfolds
In the depths of sorrow, the heart molds
Lost in the echoes of what could have been
At the brink of adulthood, the soul's keen

Maybe I'm not ready
Maybe I'm not ready
Maybe I'm not ready
Maybe I'm not ready
Maybe I'm not ready

Maybe I'm not ready