Young
Feeling so upside down
No sound could save me now
Sad faces all around
I'm lost and won't be found
I spend my days holding my telephone
I'm terrified of never going home
Buried my feelings deep inside my soul
And if I'm so young why do I feel so old?
Why?
Oh, why?
Tell me why
Tell me why
See, I'm not scared of dying
But I'm scared of not living right
Oh, what's the point in trying
I should just be getting high
Tonight, like my friends
Alone with myself
Falling out of love again
'Come on, it's the weekend'
Oh, so they said
But this shit won't make me feel any better in the end
Oh
Oh no, it won't
Oh yeah
An optimist turned realist
Who's nothing but a pessimist
Man, I'm getting sick of this
But, hey
Maybe it's true, what they say
I'm young, it's a phase
Oh, I'll bloom someday
And my lungs will deflate
Eventually
Oh, eventually
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
See, I'm not scared of dying
But I'm scared of not living right
Oh, what's the point in trying
When all my dreams are fading out
Of sight, oh well
Here we are, again
Don't know where my passion's been
But my head's in the sand
Cause I'm scared of trying
Yeah, I'm scared of realising I've come to a dead end
(Don't let go, your time is yet to come)
Oooh, I'm scared
Oooh, yeah
I, I
I'm young, I'm young
It's a phase
I
I'll bloom someday
(Don't let go, your time is yet to come)
(Don't let go, go, yeah)
(I said don't let go, your time is yet to come)
No sound could save me now
Sad faces all around
I'm lost and won't be found
I spend my days holding my telephone
I'm terrified of never going home
Buried my feelings deep inside my soul
And if I'm so young why do I feel so old?
Why?
Oh, why?
Tell me why
Tell me why
See, I'm not scared of dying
But I'm scared of not living right
Oh, what's the point in trying
I should just be getting high
Tonight, like my friends
Alone with myself
Falling out of love again
'Come on, it's the weekend'
Oh, so they said
But this shit won't make me feel any better in the end
Oh
Oh no, it won't
Oh yeah
An optimist turned realist
Who's nothing but a pessimist
Man, I'm getting sick of this
But, hey
Maybe it's true, what they say
I'm young, it's a phase
Oh, I'll bloom someday
And my lungs will deflate
Eventually
Oh, eventually
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
(The time of your life is now, can't you see it?)
See, I'm not scared of dying
But I'm scared of not living right
Oh, what's the point in trying
When all my dreams are fading out
Of sight, oh well
Here we are, again
Don't know where my passion's been
But my head's in the sand
Cause I'm scared of trying
Yeah, I'm scared of realising I've come to a dead end
(Don't let go, your time is yet to come)
Oooh, I'm scared
Oooh, yeah
I, I
I'm young, I'm young
It's a phase
I
I'll bloom someday
(Don't let go, your time is yet to come)
(Don't let go, go, yeah)
(I said don't let go, your time is yet to come)
Credits
Writer(s): Marjorie Bassong Moneyang
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