Oftentimes, I am irresponsible because I am young

and there remain more chronicles of my life to be sung.

I act like a child which is not pleasing,

hoping that my youth is not just a passing phase.

There are games that I play that raise eyebrows and sneers

or words that I say that don't belong with my peers.

I try to break free from this puerile mold,

grow up, get out,grow old.

I dance in the twilight of my youth

I run from the sun of adulthood

I cling to the past though it will never last,

I  wish things were simpler right now.

Responsibility is my Damocles sword,

raised over my head by a silver cord.

Someday it will fall,fall,fall. 

Someday it will fall.

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