Tekstovi
At eighteen I would walk along these streets
Fantasise about the day when I could up and leave
That was eight years gone and now I'm back again in the place I've always known
I left the empty kingdom in search of a crown
Then I retreated home and now I'm just standing around and wondering
Does anyone care that you're older
Cut it out baby your make up's running
You're looking back over your shoulder
A moment like this was a long time coming
Oh no you can't ever have it decided
Comparing yourself means you're just succumbing
If the thought of life makes you excited
You're almost there, this was a long time coming
I've been on this for quite some time
And yet the destination wasn't clear
Ended up feeling lost and scared
I'd still be in the same position in a year
I was obsessed with power
Never got to shine
I just wanted some freedom
But it was never mine
Does anyone care that you're older
Cut it out baby your make up's running
You're looking back over your shoulder
A moment like this was a long time coming
Oh no you can't ever have it decided
Comparing yourself means you're just succumbing
If the thought of life makes you excited
You're almost there, this was a long time coming
I'm not old enough to give up yet
I'm not young enough to waste time
I'm not cruel enough to give orders
I'm not dumb enough to stay in line
I'm not old enough to be jaded
I'm not young enough to be lying
I'm not bad enough to be hated
I'm not good enough, good enough
I'm not old enough to give up yet
I'm not young enough to waste time
I'm not cruel enough to give orders
I'm not dumb enough to stay in line
I'm not old enough to be jaded
I'm not young enough to be lying
So here's the truth
I don't know if I'm good enough for you
Rory Mullan
O/B/O DistroKid