Tryna grow a thicker skin
Tryna get out this predicament I'm in
Like I don't even know where I should begin
At the start or in the middle, a poem or the riddle
Stories are never that simple
But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine
I'd follow along and I'd find
That the stars would just always align
So typical thinking I'm wise

Tryna write about what's in my heart
But I don't even know where to start
Falling over, getting battle scars
I used to think that I was so damn smart
But when I look at my old photographs
Realising how much time has passed
My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking
Bracing myself

'Cause it's going up in flames
Getting ink stains all over my hands again
But I've forgotten how I used to write my name
I guess it's just growing pains
I guess it's just growing pains

Sometimes I don't think I can win (I can win)
Want independence but I'm stuck missing my kin
Out in the world on my own again
And I've become so fickle, always caught up in the middle
Stories are never that simple
But I'd hoped that in the pages of mine (Pages of mine)
At some point I'd realise
That everything just takes some time
Just can't handle how fast it flies

Tryna write about what's in my heart
But I don't even know where to start
Falling over, getting battle scars
I used to think that I was so damn smart
But when I look at my old photographs
Realising how much time has passed
My hands start shaking, heart starts breaking
Bracing myself

'Cause it's going up in flames
Getting ink stains all over my hands again
But I've forgotten how I used to write my name
I guess it's just growing pains
I guess it's just growing pains