I feel free.
Like a burdens been lifted off of me.
<i>Isn't that how it should be?
Seventeen and carefree?</i>
This is a very odd feeling, you know.
Especially when all of your friends are letting you go.
I met them, it seems, so long ago.
I don't want to lose them, I just want them to know.
Why bother, I can't keep them here.
No matter what I say, none of them will come near.
I don't know anything, so, my words, they don't even hear.
No matter, for them, I'll always be here.
I am happy, as anyone can see.
Maybe not <i>happy</i>, but contented as can be.