eighteen

Jan 06, 2005 01:26

Lines form on my face and hands.
Lines form from the ups and downs.
I'm in the middle without any plans.
I'm a girl and I'm a woman

I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want.
I gotta get away.
I gotta get out of this place.

I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart.
Took eighteen years to get this far.
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about.
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt.

Eighteen.
I get confused every day.
I just don't know what to say.
I gotta get away.
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