I remember being ten, wishing time would fly,
Waiting for the days when I will feel free.
Thought by thirty, I'd be brave, no more fears inside,
But I'm standing here, with nowhere to hide.
Thirty isn't what I dreamed, it’s deeper than the years,
A mirror of the choices, the laughters and the tears,
It's the silence in the dark when the world feels so wide.
In my twenties, I was bold, thinking I knew best,
Dreaming of the life I make my own way.
Thought by thirty, I’d be strong, far from doubts and fears.
Yet I stand and fall, unsure of what might come.
Thirty isn't what I dreamed, it’s deeper than the years,
A mirror of the choices, the laughters and the tears,
It's the silence in the dark when the world feels so wide.
Maybe I'll never understand, and that’s alright.
'Cause I’ll keep holding on and on
to joy of everyday.