Текст песни GROWING PAINS - monikrr

Eighteen
I sealed my fate on a daydream (daydream)
Stamp the letter, let it take me (oh)
Somewhere far away from home
Maybe I'll be better then (oh, I'll be better then)
Or on the way, I'll wind up dead (dead)
Yeah, I don't know (and I don't really care)

If the stars could talk
What would they think of me
A boy who's lost his body
Tryna keep up with his mind

Wasted all his luck
On things he didn't need
And all the lies he's spit out
With no white left on his tongue