Each morning the moment i awake
the moment i lay my eyes upon myself
in the reflection of the mirror
early in the morning
when the world is still asleep
i'm wide awake with the same old look
upon the same old face i been given
I look at myself now and my future ahead
only to find myself still taking baby steps
to find the real me in this world
there so much i don't know
so much i must learn and understand
but no matter how hard i wipe away the picture
nothing has yet to change
I'm getting older and older each day
people would already be laughing at me
asking me such serious questions
about my very own goal in life
I'm getting old each moment
the moment i started dropping my old habits
i realized that i was slowly changing
for better or worst
only time can tell
but one thing is for certain
by the time i find romance
i won't be young anymore
trapped in deep thought
i think about the age and time it will take
for me to find the right girl
someone who shares my interest
a girl that has an amazing smile
or even a girl with a charming feature
that makes a guy weak to their knees
this can be any girl in the world
but somehow i find it hard to believe in such a reality
because someone my age, shouldn't be looking for such fairy tales
someone my age shouldn't be finding a girl gamer that enjoys life
or even a innocent girl who spends her sweet time with a blank piece of paper before her, trying to come up with the best painting and art
A girl who sings along with the song in hear head phones
all of this isn't going to be right for me in the end
that isn't the girl that fits my age
who should fit me in the end? People expect me to fall in love with?
A girl who has goals and success in life
Someone who doesn't dress like a child anymore
A girl who seeks marriage and children
someone who spends their day working non-stop
hoping to find the right man to settle down with
would that man in the end be me?
when I'm also trying to find this missing feeling
that can't be cured from the countless hours i spent working and improving myself.
my age is only going to grow
my time is only going to continue to tick
what i make in the end of everything
depends on how much i'm willing to discover
my inner desires
or just another slot that needs to be filled
happiness or reality
only my age and time can tell in the end
