I'm at a crossroads
Where I can decide
Who I'll be moving on
And everything I am
Everything I've been through
Could either to turn me into
The Perfect Kid or
The Wild Child
And no one's seen the wild
Within my heart yet
But think about it
I'm full of anxiety
I'm full of depression
(I've never seen anyone properly handle either)
I've been shielded from reality
Then had to find it myself
I've been pressurized and pushed
Never encouraged to explore
Afraid of everything
And now I've found a bit of freedom
And I can either follow it
To success or to darkness
And honestly
Success appears so futile and dull
And the darkness is so inviting...