Текст песни On My Wall - Couch Club

I don't mind it much
They way life's gone
A little fast but
Hasn't been too long
I sit and wonder
Whether I am old yet
Either way I'll try and
Make myself not forget

On my wall I paint my life
Filled with love and pain alike
Left no space for broken dreams
They seem to slip between the seams
All this time I've tried real hard
To grow up fast and make it far
But I feel old I miss the years
When my wall was filled and my mind was clear

I try not to watch what people say
They make me think I'm not ok
I'm fine I'm fine I don't mind
If I take my time to realize

I'm young
I still have a life left in my pocket
Haven't even scratched the surface

On my wall I paint my life
Filled with love and pain alike
Left no space for broken dreams
They seem to slip between the seams
All this time I've tried real hard
To grow up fast and make it far
But I feel old I miss the years
When my wall was filled and my mind was clear