Sometimes I get a chill my secrets crawling out
Of the core of who I am, the raw inside of me
When I was seventeen I knew just how I wanted life to be
They told me, "Reach out for your dreams."
And my dreams were handed to me on a platter
And when it mattered I got scared of them
Everything I've wanted has been handed to me
But my doubt that voice inside it reaches to me
Sometimes I get this urge to desert my daily life
And to keep on running past to a world that is waiting
When I was seventeen oh I, I had my whole life figured out
I've made mistakes and I have strayed
But there's still time to turn around from this pattern
And when it matters, I'll be scared again
Everything I've wanted has been handed to me
But my doubt that voice inside it reaches to me
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
Everything I've wanted has been handed to me
But my doubt that voice inside it reaches to me
