I used to wanna be older
Until I grew up
There was so much time then
Now there's never enough
Full of imagination
And so confident
Now I'm glued to a glass screen
And I feel irrelevant
How do we find the balance
Of staying young and growing up?
If I knew the answer
I wouldn't feel like giving up
I wanna know what life's like
Without the filter in my head
Telling the same old story
Over and over again
I wanna know what I could be
If I wasn't me
Would I still be unknown?
Or I would I be on the t.v screen?
Will I ever get over
The things I hate about my self?
Can we all do this?
Only time will tell
Time will tell
Time will tell
What would I be
If I wasn't me?
Would I be unknown
Or on the t.v screen?
That would be hard to believe
Maybe it's all meant to be