Do I Have To Grow Up?
I wonder
What will I be like in ten years?
Will I live in New York?
Will I even be here?
I wonder
Am I consumed by grief
'Cause my mom has a grandchild
She can't even see?
Oh, please help me
I'm not ready to face the world
Oh, please help me
I still feel like I'm seven years old
I'm still a mess, I'm still a wreck
I can't take care of myself
I'm still a kid, I can't get rid
Of the thoughts that make my heart melt
Oh, please help me
I haven't done enough
Do I have to grow up?
I wonder
What the future holds for my friends
Did the plans they made at seventeen
Work out for them?
I wonder
About their grandparents
And how many of them
Will have reached their end
Oh, please help me
I'm not ready to face the world
Oh, please help me
I still feel like I'm seven years old
I'm still a mess, I'm still a wreck
I can't take care of myself
I'm still a kid, I can't get rid
Of the thoughts that make my heart melt
Oh, please help me
I haven't done enough
Do I have to grow up?
Feels like there's so much I don't know
Diagnose myself with Peter Pan Syndrome
Feels like all these years are growing colder
I'd rather die than watch my parents grow older
Feels like there's so much I don't know
Diagnose myself with Peter Pan Syndrome
Feels like all these years are growing colder
I'd rather die than watch my parents grow older
What will I be like in ten years?
Will I live in New York?
Will I even be here?
I wonder
Am I consumed by grief
'Cause my mom has a grandchild
She can't even see?
Oh, please help me
I'm not ready to face the world
Oh, please help me
I still feel like I'm seven years old
I'm still a mess, I'm still a wreck
I can't take care of myself
I'm still a kid, I can't get rid
Of the thoughts that make my heart melt
Oh, please help me
I haven't done enough
Do I have to grow up?
I wonder
What the future holds for my friends
Did the plans they made at seventeen
Work out for them?
I wonder
About their grandparents
And how many of them
Will have reached their end
Oh, please help me
I'm not ready to face the world
Oh, please help me
I still feel like I'm seven years old
I'm still a mess, I'm still a wreck
I can't take care of myself
I'm still a kid, I can't get rid
Of the thoughts that make my heart melt
Oh, please help me
I haven't done enough
Do I have to grow up?
Feels like there's so much I don't know
Diagnose myself with Peter Pan Syndrome
Feels like all these years are growing colder
I'd rather die than watch my parents grow older
Feels like there's so much I don't know
Diagnose myself with Peter Pan Syndrome
Feels like all these years are growing colder
I'd rather die than watch my parents grow older
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Writer(s): Archer Hale
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