As we start grow up, we never turn our head back.
The first thing we learn.
First moment we smile.
First moment why we feel touched.
Why we are here?
I miss young me.
The one who never worry bout tomolo.
The one who never worry what happen next second.
Everything is on route.
EVerything is arranged.
Everything is in order.
There's two hand that care and pull us since moment that we came to this earth.
But when it's time, they let off their hand.
Maybe, im falling but i know that was the time i need grow up.
Maybe, tears start to fill up my life but i know that's the prove of growing up.
Scars all over, and that's bring more meaning.
Every scars got it's own story then it was experience.
I gather it and I appreciate it.
Life getting tougher as there's no more hand pulling us.
And I also grow tougher.
I take life and not life choose me.
I took it and I'm gonna drive it in my own hand.