Every year bleaker than before, trying to get out and ignite me
17 years young with the world just within reach
Being told to hold onto now because “it’s the best 4 years of your life”
Stress, tests and classrooms filled with papers ranking whose best, but how do the letters
Truly define the intellectual side of me?
Enjoy it while it lasts! Don’t wish your life away; you’re growing up too fast!
Hold onto 17, once you turn 18 the world can be so mean
Here in a room learning formulas with no use
The hash truth of reality isn’t out there rather than right here with an apple product in hand
Now don’t you see why were ready to be set free?
No longer holding onto this negativity, it’s time the world sees me for me
I am not a multiple choice answer
And it is known out those doors you learn so much more
But let truth be, all of this helped me find out what shapes “me”
So maybe I don’t see a formula helping me
But the pencil and paper did show how to get out the different side of me