Fast Forward to Failure
Repeat, repeat.
It’s 2 AM and it’s raining.
I’m 17 and they expect me to know it all.
What I want to do,
Who I want to be
But I’m too young.
They’re always telling me I don’t know anything,
That I’m too young to understand.
Not old enough for responsibility.
But they put me in school
And tell me that when I graduate
I better have it all figured out.
But I don’t. Because I’m too young
And too old
All at once
And
It’s
Ex
Hausting.
They set us up for failure from day one.
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