I always painted my dreams on the canvas i call my brain Eyes wide like mona lisa So clear what i was chasing But it seemed like right when i hit my 20s it couldn't get much harder to invision the dream that kid had in him Oh, if you could have shown me this a few years ago then maybe I’d think twice If i had a book on my life And i could go back in time Read it again, I’d grab a pen (and) Probably change a few lines (cause) Im few chapters in and this is not exactly how i would imagined it when i was a kid and said my prayers at night but i guess that’s just how it goes Get lost in dreams then they blow while you’re left in dust with what to show? I've heard it said that in life, Just have to learn to survive But the biggest plot twist in mine Is that i’m trying way too hard at 25 I always ask myself now If younger me would be proud of all that i’ve accomplished If he was being honest I move one step forward take 2 steps back I've been keeping score But i never seem to be winning Maybe that's all part Of finding who you are And maybe it's alright To not have it figured out yet