At Our 18: The Confession!
At Our 18: The Confession!
At our 18,
If the confession
we didn't say it out,
was known by others it's worse,
worse than the sky falling down
down on our heads.
At our 18,
A confession that came to an abrupt end
is the answer that,
She is eagerly looking forward to,
is the name on my lips,
is thousands of don't say it in the heart.
At our 18,
A Bird eager to fly,
fly free,
free from its nest
will never know, its mother left behind,
left behind fabulous fruit and love
who wants to protect you,
protect you like a superman
but stops by its ordinary.
At our 18,
Growing pains, is the unbearable reality,
reality that you suddenly find out
find out Someday, Sometime,
Either Today or Tomorrow
Be patient you'll find it.
At our 18,
The First person who you want to talk to
when you are in trouble
is still drooling all over the pillow.