Grown

There is nothing i want more than to be someone else

My recurring wish on birthday candles

And the grass might not be greener

But i’m sure it’s easier to take care of

There is nothing I fear more than growing into my skin

What if this is the best it gets?

And the flowers

They might not be taller

But i’m sure they needed less to grow

I’m still scared of the dark

Terrified of growing up

But I think I might be grown

I'm still scared of aging

Terrified of clocks turning

But I think I might be grown

There is nothing I fear more than learning i’ve found myself

And that this is all there is

My whole eternity searched for meaning

I was sure there must be something more than this

What if there isn’t more than this?

I'’m still scared of the dark

Terrified of growing up

But i think I might be grown

I'm still scared of aging

Terrified of clocks turning

But I think I might be grown

I think I might be grown