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I'm almost twenty and still have nothing to do
It used to feel so good
Plenty of songs, but no soul to see
I'm almost twenty, without a twenty

I make music, not money
I can't be who you want
And to be honest, I don't want to grow up
Feeling like I wasted my years not being myself

And I dream of spending an evening
My family and friends eating
How good to be me

Let them say whatever they want
Let them speak, but not lie
Let them spit their venom, but not bite anymore

I apologize, I'm sensitive
Causing a dilemma, it hurts to tell them
I almost lost my best friend
I almost lost my own life
I put us at risk, without realizing
It was easy for me, it was just eighty

But, God, I swear, I won't do it again
I won't fail you again for the second time
I won't do it again

Let them say whatever they want
Let them speak, but not lie
Let them spit their venom
But not bite anymore

I swear I will love you
That I will never let you go
You help me breathe
When I don't know how to swim
No matter how deep the sea is