There's a couple things I need to patch up
Asked my mother for some help to pack up
Leave a part of me right here forever
There's a silence to an empty space
Mourn the memories, they start to fade
All this gravity comes from the pressure
When are we told?
Are we taught how to grow?
Now that I'm gettin' older
Am I the last to know?
When do you feel like a real person?
Keep waitin' for that moment when I'll
Feel like it feels certain
I'm open but my feet are frozen
Emotion, and my stomach turns
Oh, my head keeps hoping I'll
Feel like a real person
Is there a little good in all the bad luck?
Do all these little bruises start to add up? (ah-ah)
Will all the broken pieces fit together? (ah-ah-ah)
Part of me fears that the fear never ends
And part of me steers down a road that's pretend
All of me knows you can't go back again
When do you feel like a real person?
Keep waitin' for that moment when I'll
Feel like it feels certain
I'm open but my feet are frozen
Emotion, and my stomach turns
Oh, my head keeps hoping I'll
Feel like a real person
When do ya
When do ya
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When do ya
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