When tomorrow comes
I wonder if something in me will change
I cannot imagine that in any way
As school progressed, I also learned of ways to escape
Laughing at those who committed suicide, clapping at their courage
A camera in one hand and a guitar on my back
Even others' conversations grow dim
The things I let go, because they were all fake
I don't need them, they're not necessary anymore
As I become an adult
I get sick with myself for always dreaming
So I was drowned out by
Pain and anguish which were enough for me to count
The days when I escaped again and again from reality
If I think about it they were without hardships, they were my best friends
Being 18 now, the one thing I can say
Will the memories from those days disappear?
The things I can obtain, I want them all
But, now I feel that I have enough
As I become an adult
I cry when I see things I don't want to see
So I'm also a little afraid of recognizing my true self
Being 18 now, I think of one thing
Why do people celebrate their abating life
I want to become strong, but I also want to be weak
I want to be as I am
The things I can't remember are treasures that I've lost somewhere
And I've let go of the hand I once held before I could notice!
As I become an adult
I cry when I see things I don't want to see
So I'm also a little afraid
Of recognizing my true self