Tekster: Creed. Eighteen.

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen, I just don't know what I want
Eighteen, I gotta get away

I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space, oh yeah

I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
That's like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt

'Cause I'm eighteen, I get confused every day
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I gotta get away

I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space, oh yeah

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen, I get confused every day
Eighteen, I just don't know what to say
Eighteen, I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place

Eighteen
Eighteen
And I like it, love it, like it
Eighteen I like it, love it
I'm eighteen and I like it

I like it
I'm eighteen and I like it
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen
I'm eighteen and I like it, love it
Eighteen and I like it