I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel like running through the walls.
I'm over joyed, I'm undecided, I don't know who I am.
Well, maybe I'm not perfect.. at least I'm working on it.
18 is like the worst idea that I have ever had,
It's too much pain, its too much freedom, what should I do with this?
It's not the way you planned, it's how you make it happen..
Yeah, it's how you make it happen.
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