Seventeen

Sometimes i feel like life's slipping away.
Too scared of tomorrow, I try to hold onto today
Everything i know will soon be gone
My time is running out. I don't have long
I'm not afraid of dieing
But I'm scared to death of getting old
Everything is going so fast
Why can't i put life on hold?
Sometimes i feel like i just got back from a year away.
Only to find that no one's the same.
Everywhere i look there are changes.
Different people behind the same old faces