Another Beautiful Beginning Apears, Right?

I walk through this life,
going through the motions,
enjoying my yesterdays,
and anticipating my tomorrows.

As the end of one stage in this life comes to an end,
another beautiful beginning appears,
right?

Well what if I’m not ready to move on?
What if I’m not ready to graduate?
Can’t I be a child just a little bit longer?
I still want my toys,
and I still watch cartoons.

But all I hear is:
“You’re all grown up,”
and “look how beautiful you've become.”
Save beautiful for my wedding day,
for now I'd rather just be that little kid that was always into something.

All my friends, they're excited.
"Hell yeah, time to get outta this place."
"I’m ready to get on with my life"
Why don't I feel like them?
Why does every memory from my childhood hit me like a ton of bricks now days?

I never thought I'd regret anything I did,
but I do.
I always thought I wanted out of this place
but I don’t.

Maybe when the day comes,
and the door opens,
I'll be ready to take that plunge into the real world.
But for now,
I'm going to live this last year of school,
my last year of school, to the fullest.