It is passing period
And from this bench
I notice all
Like I am not noticed
I see some shoes like I once wore
Some girls seem so happy
They are so lucky
They have it all
Some don't seem so happy
They're so unlucky
Cause they're not blonde
Am I being foolish
When I act old I feel so bored
The more I keep growing
The more confused about my roles
I must plan ahead
But in my head
Today is my all
I got what I wanted
Won't take for granted
Feeling adored
This is a big deal
What I have done
Matters no more
It's what I'll be doing
That at the end matters much more
Failure is impossible
It's just a judgment
It's not real
Everyone is dying
Accepting this
The only choice