I’m still young; I always make a lot of mistakes
I’m struck by thoughtlessly cast stones and bleed again
Looking around, not one person is on my side
and fingers close in around me
I’m still young; I’m shaken every time
I stumble and fall more than I deserve
Mistakes are always severe to only me
and I turn my hand from forgiveness
I’m frightened of what’s beyond the front door
Please wave off someone else besides me
Ah, even if I live twice,
I’ll probably still do music
Just get rid of my hateful heart—
At just the tiniest light I toss and turn all night
I’m surprised by my own cough, and can’t get to sleep
Never having pretended to be cool, my freezing emotions
awaken my buried memories
It would be nice if I went on to become an adult
It would be nice to be an unwavering, blossoming flower
It would be nice if it didn’t hurt
even when I touched those scars in the mirror
Scared of the darkness within
Ah, even if I live twice,
I’ll probably still do music
Where in the world is there
a flower that blossoms without being shaken?
the wounds that don’t know how to heal
with a beautiful heart without hate
Momma, will I become an adult, too?
Momma, can I become one, too?
Late but better than never! This is so beautiful 😭