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I forget that we’re young

That everything before us we haven’t touched

That the future isn’t over for us

Yet

 

The news makes me forget

We all have to look so old

And so brave

To be heard by those whose time

Is ticking

Ticking

Away

 

My reflection makes me forget

I feel the lines on my face

But I don’t see them

I can feel the gray hair

But I don’t see it

I had to grow up before I got old

And now I see that I have time

What am I supposed to do now?

 

I get mad

When you act so young

But you’re not old

And neither am I

You’ve always been better at acting your age

I’ve been better at acting at what I needed to be

Or what I thought I did

I can’t get angry

Because I had to grow up too soon

 

I ask about the future

As if it’ll ease my angst

It gives me something to think about

Because I’ve over analyzed the present

But the future won’t get any easier

My hope is that it won’t get any worse

 

Youth wasn’t the easy part

It was the familiar part

That made the rough part a tad smoother

 

I’m about to

No longer be

Young

 

And I guess I’m holding onto it for as long as I can

Because I never got to before