Prologue : White Clover Lyrics

How should I feel

If not worried

It scares me how I'm scarcely getting by

When it's blurry

I wonder why I still exist

Colour my antics

My mind is an antique so I'm

Pulling out the stops to put on a show

Cos I'm good

As I should be

It's time to set me free

I'm growing up growing old

With stories to be told

I'll find my way on my own

And wander round the world

I'm searching for changes

I'm taking my chances

I'm growing up growing old

With stories to be told

It's time to be honest with myself

I'm not the type to be happy with myself

I've broken too many promises

I wish I could accept the fact it's fine to be clueless

But I've been going on and over

I try so hard to keep composure

I, oh I, I feel alive, while being dead inside

I'm growing up growing old

With stories to be told

I'll find my way on my own

And wander round the world

I'm searching for changes

I'm taking my chances

I'm growing up growing old

With stories to be told

And I'll keep chasing dreams in all their glories

Every step of the way

In this vast array of flowers and florists

I'll colour my bouquet

I'm growing up growing old

With stories to be told

I'll find my way on my own

And wander round the world