Growing Pains (Prologue)

Tryna grow a thicker skin

Tryna get out this predicament I'm in

Like I don't even know where I should begin

At the start or in the middle, a poem or the riddle

Stories are never that simple

But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine

I'd follow along and I'd find

That the stars would just always align

So typical thinking I'm wise

Tryna write about what's in my heart

But I don't even know where to start

Falling over, getting battle scars

I used to think that I was so damn smart

But when I look at my old photographs

Realising how much time has passed

My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking

Bracing myself

'Cause it's going up in flames

Getting ink stains all over my hands again

But I've forgotten how I used to write my name

I guess it's just growing pains

I guess it's just growing pains

Sometimes I don't think I can win (I can win)

Want independence but I'm stuck missing my kin

Out in the world on my own again

And I've become so fickle, always caught up in the middle

Stories are never that simple

But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine (Pages of mine)

At some point I'd realise

That everything just takes some time

Just can't handle how fast it flies

Tryna write about what's in my heart

But I don't even know where to start

Falling over, getting battle scars

I used to think that I was so damn smart

But when I look at my old photographs

Realising how much time has passed

My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking

Bracing myself

'Cause it's going up in flames

Getting ink stains all over my hands again

But I've forgotten how I used to write my name

I guess it's just growing pains

I guess it's just growing pains