I'm scared of change
But it's worse being inside
Of my head where I'm stuck
I refuse to grow up
Or be filled with anything but dread
I don't know
If it's comfort or a curse
That nothing's permanent
Life goes on
But will it get better or get worse?
I realized (unpleasantly)
That in this life
It's up to me

It's up to me to go out
In rain or shine, I hold the clouds
It's up to me to go out
In rain or shine, so let's go now

It doesn't have to be perfect
'Cause it will never bе
What if it's perfect disaster?
Wеll, let's go look and see