Pre-Quarter Life Crisis

I was such a dreamer at 14

I planned to leave this city to search for better things

But I never had the guts to be in front of a crowd just talking

Look at me here

I'm growing out of teen years

'Cause what if I was less afraid of people staring?

And less akin to people pleasing?

Before I'm turning 22 having pre-quarter life crisis

Feeling too young to be so weary

But I'm too old to live my life so carefree

And I wish I had the guts to live and laugh

When I couldn't wait to just grow up

'Cause I miss wearing backpacks to school

Instead of branded bags just to look cool

They say don't waste your youth just dreaming and do it

And I never thought I'd agree

To some older dudes just saying cheesy shits

But I'm 22 wondering

What if I was less afraid of people staring?

And less akin to people pleasing?

Then, maybe I'd have so much more to give

Some say that grief is way better than weeping

Wish younger me possessed that thinking

Before I'm turning 22 having pre-quarter life crisis

I'm nobody in this city

No person recognizing me

I'm positive for failing dreams

That I never thought I could reach

I'm so alone in my own peace

I'm full of insecurities

I tend to cry after teen years

And I'm 22 wondering

What if I was less afraid of people staring?

And less akin to people pleasing?

Then, maybe I'd have so much more to give

Some say that grief is way better than weeping

Wish younger me possessed that thinking

Before I'm turning 22 having pre-quarter life crisis

Oh, oh

I'm having my quarter life crisis