People will love or
They will hate or
They will only care for themselves
None is wrong or right
They're them and as for me, I
I just choose to be myself

I'm only twenty but I've got much to say
Time has no meaning even if wisdom comes with age
I'm agitated so
I guess feeling genuine is my youth in a way
I'll stay on trail and dance through my days

When someone isn't honest
I'll stop right there
I remember being nineteen
As if it's ages away
I feel that teenage shine
Maybe this life is a sign?

I'm not quite an adult
But I'm not a little girl
Somewhere in between of me
And you

My palette, a cigarette
And loads of time