18, i've got to grow out of it   18, with nothing to worry about      so listen, i'm screaming loud and clear   so sick of me being so near   the futur, what will it bring?   when i feel like nothing      this summer write down everything that i say   and remember that i was always too late      i cannot be [you're everything]   you wanted me [i wanted you]   i cannot be [you're everything]   you wanted me [but for nothing]      go on, sing me these lines   there's no point i was lost far behind      the futur, what will i sing   well i've got nothing