One Two Three 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