It's nearly a new year. Nearly 2011.
And when I think back on what I've done and achieved this year I think of nothing, when I think of the future it scared me, although I complain about being so young I enjoy my youth and I hate that time is moving so quickly, memories are fading and people are leaving. Youth manufactures adulthood but I don't think I'm ready to become an adult, we claim youth is the greatest period of time and we create our being through it with so called individuality and indangering our precious lives for fun, to be a youth and to say we tried it! we were young and foolish once and we enjoyed every second of it. But, I don't think I have achieved this yet.. I have nothing to tell the next generation of what makes me, me.


its not so worth getting all bent out of shape about
i turned my back on it and night's hear now its all grown out
do you wanna step outside
or do you want me to ride?
i dont know just what i feel
but i feel it all tonight

i give it all in these hours that we set aside
i know i'm feeling brave
but that's because my heart's untied
dont want a chain
we got our love to spare
cause we're awake through our youth.