It’s all way too loud,
All the thoughts of expectation.
I want to make them proud,
But my drive is like an empty basin.

If there is no will to live,
What is there to do?
What is there to give?
If there is no desire to pursue.

Honestly I’m still a kid,
And I don’t wanna grow older.
But staying young life forbid,
So I guess I’ll live on as the world grows colder.