"still 14"

Another week passed by and I kinda think it’s been wasted,
And I can’t find my way off this carousel.
While looking out my window I felt a strange sensation
That if I don’t change now, I fear I never will.

It’s been nineteen years, but I feel like I’m still fourteen
So confused and so naive but not yet broken
And everyone is telling me exactly what they think that I should be,
And I just don’t know who I should believe

And they say “Time’s running out and now you gotta make decisions
And no you cannot major in playing kickball.”
And I wish that I could say “well you know, that’s not my problem”
But then I wonder “is anything at all?”

I see some people change. And they call it progression.
And while looking back at me, they have a strange expression.
But a year ago I imagined that I couldn’t live without certain friends
Well, it’s sad to see how much has changed since then.

-tmle