Today I turned 16,
I don't feel like a teenage dream
But I'm living through it nonetheless
I get lost, it's labyrinthine
I give them all my best wishes,
And leave empty-handed,
Empathetic and lonely as usual
Recently, these memories have been plaguing me
I blink and try to brush it off
But the tears are already streaming down my face
My past is painted in the murals of my mind,
In rose-gold lenses and layers of lies
But I can't grasp what has passed
And in hindsight, I hold onto it
Romanticize your life,
Nostalgia's a knife
I can still make new magic
I'd rather ruminate in my room
I memorialize my most miserable days
My eyes are unaligned, and I've lost track of time
I never got my teenage dream
I spent my summers writing poetry
As hard as I try, I can't manufacture a memory
I only have a few more years left here
To disassociate and disappear
3 weeks ago, I turned 16,
I don't feel like a teenage dream
But I'm living through it nonetheless
I'm not pretty, but I'm pretty good with the pen
In my thoughts, it's thoroughly thoughtful
I just need to be alone
but I dont wanna be alone