I almost packed my bags
Almost left the house
I thought I didn't belong
No one to stay here for
I found a reason
Searched the whole earth
For a person
To say I could live for
Don't worry, little child
You got demons inside
Don't worry about life
You're only fifteen
You don't know anything
Believe me, it gets better
You'll never stay young
You'll grow out of it
Thiefs and rouges
Stole my gold
I was left here
All alone
Climbed on a cloud
To say it's my own
Now I'm above
All the crowds
Who doesn't want to stay
I got lucky with it
Don't worry anymore
You have someone
To live for
You have a crowd
That chants for you
Don't worry, little kid
You got demons, but so does he
Nobody is perfect
So stay as yourself
You'll grow out of it
Atlist, I hope so
