What am I gonna do with my life?

What am I gonna do with my life?
Why should I believe in myself?
Mama has told me I will do fine.
But still, I cant see the reason why.

The thoughts begin behind my back
I wonder about myself
Who am I living my life,
Or that of someone else’s?

I have grown up, I have my work,
I have responsibility to complete,
I’m living in the society of maturity,
Yes, being able to make my own money.

Then, I have forgotten how to be myself,
The way I had seen the world,
The way I had dreamed my life.
To the thing I have become.

Oh, losing myself,
I don’t wanna go grown up,
Without knowing who I had once been.