Tattoos on this Town

It sure left its mark on us. We sure left our mark on it. Let the world know we were here with everything we did. Laid a lot of memories down, like tattoos on this town.

This is the life I want to live. Simple life. Nothing fancy.
Being unique always seemed like a good thing. No one in the entire world is just like me. No one likes exactly the same things as I do. No one feels the same way I do. No one wants to do the same things I do. No one gets the same urges I do. No one (except my Daddy) fully understands me. There's something awfully lonely about being unique.

I am very blessed to have moved around so much. To have experienced so many different things. To have met so many different people. To have went through so many different phases in life. I've always thought I liked it this way. 2 years at a time. 2 years seemed like perfect time periods. I get close enough with my friends to really call them friends, to have built wonderful memories with them. But I'd have moved when things started getting complicated. Perfect timing! that's what I always thought...I have none of those "forever" friends. None whom I grew up with. None whom I had a big fight with. None whom I was tight with for more than 3 years. None who understood me in the different phases. There's something awfully lonely about moving around so much.

I've always wanted to grow up fast. I still do. In every stage in life, I wanted to rush to the next stage. I still do. Grass on the other side is always greener. The next and the previous stages always seemed better than the current one. Since there's no way to go backwards, I want to run forward. People say your best friends are the ones you make when you were young. I trusted more. I worried less. I loved more. I gave more. I received more. I doubted less. I shared more. I made friends who were the world to me. We fought side-by-side. We cried. We laughed. We went through everything together. We shared one world. It was us against the rest of the world. The more grown up, the more all of this just sounds naive. There's something awfully lonely about growing up.

I'm too young for being old. Too old for being young. All I want is someone who'd go out with me right now to leave our mark. Where are all the people who are just like me?