Milow

Coming of age ain’t about what you do
It’s giving in to what’s predefined
When you trade all your dreams for compromise
It is never what you have in mind
One shot of happy, two shots of sad
That’s how our lives are aligned
The path that you chose has got highs has got lows
But it’s never what you have in mind
I must say that I still wonder why it disappears
Must say that I still wonder why
The years keep tumbling by
Coming of age ain’t about who you meet
It’s about the people who leave you behind
Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends
It is never what you have in mind
One shot of happy, two shots of sad