I don't like the idea of the future, 
So dark, so unknown. 
I feel like I'm blind, 
Walking into a dark cave. 
Why do I feel this way? 
I don't want to grow up. 
I don't want responsibility. 
I don't want to change. 
I'm hurt, 
I'm getting over the past, 
How can I move to the future? 
I want to grow up, 
But I'm scared it'll all go wrong. 
I want responsibility, 
But I don't know if I can handle it. 
I want to change, 
But that always leads to hurt. 
I want to spread my wings, 
But nobody ever let me. 
I don't want to move forward. 
Most of all, though, 
I don't want to reach the end of my dark cave.