as i started to countdown the littlest moments i have left till i turn 18
i find tears welling up in my eyes
the dream i had when i was younger
i never wana grow old
if growing older meaning losing more things
i rather stay young.
time lost is equivalent to opportunities lost
i really start to reminiscence
the happy lonely past i used to have
i dont mind having no friends
being the loner i used to be
i just wana recover the things i have lost
precious memories more worthwhile than money
i rather be poor if it mean i can be rich in the spirit
im scared of what this new birthday will bring
this new begining.
i duno whether i should welcome.
really scared.
dancing queen-Abba
