Growing Pains (Prologue)

Tryna grow a thicker skin Tryna get out this predicament I'm in Like I don't even know where I should begin At the start or in the middle, a poem or the riddle Stories are never that simple But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine I'd follow along and I'd find That the stars would just always align So typical thinking I'm wise Tryna write about what's in my heart But I don't even know where to start Falling over, getting battle scars I used to think that I was so damn smart But when I look at my old photographs Realising how much time has passed My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking Bracing myself 'Cause it's going up in flames Getting ink stains all over my hands again But I've forgotten how I used to write my name I guess it's just growing pains I guess it's just growing pains Sometimes I don't think I can win (I can win) Want independence but I'm stuck missing my kin Out in the world on my own again And I've become so fickle, always caught up in the middle Stories are never that simple But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine (Pages of mine) At some point I'd realise That everything just takes some time Just can't handle how fast it flies Tryna write about what's in my heart But I don't even know where to start Falling over, getting battle scars I used to think that I was so damn smart But when I look at my old photographs Realising how much time has passed My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking Bracing myself 'Cause it's going up in flames Getting ink stains all over my hands again But I've forgotten how I used to write my name I guess it's just growing pains I guess it's just growing pains