Nobody Knew

18
18, i've got to grow out of it 18, with nothing to worry about so listen, i'm screaming loud and clear so sick of me being so near the futur, what will it bring? when i feel like nothing this summer write down everything that i say and remember that i was always too late i cannot be [you're everything] you wanted me [i wanted you] i cannot be [you're everything] you wanted me [but for nothing] go on, sing me these lines there's no point i was lost far behind the futur, what will i sing well i've got nothing From Letras Mania