laying on my bed I see my belongings strewn across the floor
slowly realizing that this won't be my home any more
it's time for me to go, time to be on my own
thinking how bittersweet it is to be fully grown
I sort through the memories and pick and choose
what I'll keep with me and what I'll lose
I'll take what's neccessary and leave the rest
pack up my things and put myself to the test
I'll be at school and I'll be here
but where"home" is, is no longer clear
eighteen years and everything changed
eighteen years and life is rearranged
eighteen years flew by too fast
eighteen years - past