
I'm two cups into my coffee break,I'm sitting alone in the café from the way,reading all by myself
Turning my cell off just to breath because everyone I know just keeps calling me,and I just need a little time because I'm overcommiting myself,I guess this is growing up,I'm sleeping so little these days,I guess this is growing up,I'm feeling things are about to change,I'm guessing this is growin' up and my mom hates my guts,she has every reason to from all the things I do and it breaks me just to know that I have torn her apart so many times,so many times,because I've overcommitted myself,I guess this is growing up,I'm sleeping so little these days,I guess this is growing up,I'm feeling things are about to change,I'm guessing this is growing up,I don't wanna change,I wanna stay right where I lay eyes closed sat down on the pillow,I better change before it's too late,I'm guessing this is growing up. Now I'm done with my coffee break,I turn on my phone,oh that I've grown up.

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