Seventeen

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 --- Seventeen - RAC and Pink Feathers