Verse 1
Lines form on my face and hands.
Lines form from the ups and downs.
I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want.
Eighteen I just don't know what I want.
I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart.
Took eighteen years to get this far.
Cause I'm eighteen. I get confused everyday.
Eighteen I just don't know what to say.
Lines form on my face and my hands.
Lines form on the left and right.
I'm eighteen and I like it.
Yes I like it.