18

The shadows of the past come back to haunt me
to haunt me by the memory of what has died
The years lay heavy on my shoulders
and so does every tear that I have cried

Yes, I'm old enough to understand
what was no more than a blur
is now the truth

Yes, I'm too old to play with dolls
a blade's not a doll but the game is the same
always pretend something you're not

Yes, I've grown up to be a pretty girl
that's what everyone keeps telling me
but all the ugliness inside they cannot see

Yes, I've grown up to be a smart girl
but still stupid enough to trouble my brain
with questions I don't need to hear

No, I'm not stronger than I used to be
and I still brake down on easy things
not yet aware of what is me

No, I cannot see what I have to see
and all I hear is my heartbeat
getting weaker and weaker

[You're 18]
Yes, I'm eighteen
Am I too old to feel?