It seems like I've run out of blank lines
I thought the rain would have stopped by now
Life is like climbing a cliff looking down, down, down
In all these years, yeah, I've found myself
But not my place on the social shelf
The mist and blur still weigh down over town, town, town

This the age of growing
Confused about where this is heading
But I've learned that I should stop overthinking every step I'm taking
Time is fleeting
If you're lost and scared as me, darling
Just let it go and join dancing 'round to the symphony of my heart

So friends are not what you thought they'd be
So love is not where you thought it'd be
Just shake it off and move on and skip cities
So you hate this goddamn society, ugh
So it makes you hate yourself, your body
Just write and fly above, ask them to leave
And leave, and leave, leave, leave
Don't be a lost boy, be a bird instead
They sing out joy, sing to their friends
In the valley of symphonic hearts
If cloud is pouring rain, it's okay to be scared
We're all fading lights when in despair
Dry up your tears and sing this part
With all your heart

This the age of growing
Confused about where this is heading
But I've learned that I should stop overthinking every step I'm taking
Time is fleeting
If you're lost and scared as me, darling
Just let it go and join dancing 'round to the symphony of my heart

They're blowing out the candles now
Welcome to the darkened world of pawns
Them blowing out means this tome is done
The paths are burning wood
But I'll dance to the echo
That runs in the veins of my heart

This the age of growing
Confused about where this is heading
But I've learned that I should stop overthinking every step I am taking
Oh, time is fleeting
If you're lost and scared as me, darling
Just let it go and join dancing 'round to the symphony of my heart

I'm 21 now and freaking out
Lost, I confess, where the hell is next?
Don't know but will go with the flow
Still haven't found true love, a stable cloud
A happy job, damn, that's a sob
But my music keeps me on the go
You do not have to figure it all out
Holding on to hope ain't copping out
Or being less than the faking rest
I'm leaving now with my bloody tips
They're sore but smile, 'cause this is it
The bird call of symphonic hearts
Guess this is life, right?