17 today

I either want to die when I am really old,
Or really young
By everyone who I love
Or standing alone

Before I die I’m going to be happy.
Away from this place where things tend to get snappy
Live in New York and do splendid things
And no I’m not hoping for a diamond rings

Just one person to listen,
I’m not even asking them to understand
Just hear me,
Here is me,
Me, for whom I am,
Not what I pretend to be.

But today I am only 17,
And don’t have those things.
I need to get to a place where nobody can find me
So I can find myself.