Eighteen years old
The clock is hitting, i am old
A will to put my life on hold
The Sky i want to hold
Grateful for every failure
Grateful for every mistake
Might be considered a failure
But it’s society’s take
Never had a boyfriend
Just a dear friend
Named god, and my family
Not Even a dear Emily
I love my inner world
The comfort of my room
In the depths of the lord
I can feel flowers bloom