Coming Of Age

I should try to try less hard
Let things come by themselves
Don't grasp at what is there
Let go and be confident

There's always something coming
I know it so well
But only for others
A curse, a spell

It's hard to make the start
Deciding what it is you want
There are so many risks to take
So many mistakes one fears to make

And there's always something coming
Yes I know it so well
But only for others
Oh, curse, oh, spell

Is it the dread of losing youth, coming of age
Pulling to shreds the need to please, coping with age
Is it the beauty taking on different shapes
One has to truly learn to appreciate the taste

When the critic in my inner ear
Shouts louder than what I'm trying to hear
When I'm fighting to prevent myself from being
My one and worst enemy

There's always something coming
I know it sol well
But only for others
Oh, curse, oh, spell

Is it the dread of losing youth, coming of age
Pulling to shreds the need to please, coping with age
Is it the beauty taking on different shapes
One has to truly learn to appreciate the taste