I cling to this notion of being a child,

Sheltered by cruelty, depression and hate

After this year ends, it’s going to be wild because I am now in control of my own fate

No more hockey games, high school, or living debt free

This anxiety can’t help but to eat at me

I no longer have the luxury of being mommy’s little boy

Because I am a soldier on the front line, ready to deploy

Weeks go by in blurs, people shout time flies when you're having fun,

But I don’t enjoy this, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

Stuck in this Chinese finger trap known as time, once ensnared no chance to get out ever,

World stop committing this victimless crime