Verse 1

July twenty sixth,
That's the date,
Only a month and one day to fix,
The pain that I feel today
The pain comes and goes,
Just like the seasons,
But depending who knows,
How to trigger the depressive feelings.
I used to cry,
In my bed,
Because I felt as if no one knew how I felt,
No matter what people said.
Even now,
When people yell at me,
I feel the feeling coming out,
The depression taking over me.

Chorus

15, is what I'm going on,
Fifteen million tears,
Wishing on a star,
Trying to forget all the painful years
15, is what I am,
In a month and a day,
Is this another sham,
Or am I going to actually change?
14 years of sadness,
Seeing a monster that no one could see,
Even when there was some happiness,
The sadness still appeared to me.
14 years of hoping,
The hope bursting into flames,
Realizing something,
I could only trust God and Jesus with my shame.

Verse 2

I remember wishing on a star,
In sixth grade,
Wishing not to fall apart,
And step away from my facade.
The facade that made me fake smile,
To hide all the tears,
That seemed to be there when I walked my million miles,
Every year.
My dad had disappointed me,
With every false word,
Every false he said to me,
It hurts
To this day,
I can't tell my mom,
That I still cry somedays,
Because he proved me wrong.
That maybe after fourteen years,
Of having no father.
He would be it at fifteen,
And maybe be here to be a father

Chorus

15, is what I'm going on,
Fifteen million tears,
Wishing on a star,
Trying to forget all the painful years
15, is what I am,
In a month and a day,
Is this another sham,
Or am I going to actually change?
14 years of sadness,
Seeing a monster that no one could see,
Even when there was some happiness,
The sadness still appeared to me.
14 years of hoping,
The hope burying in flames,
Realizing something,
I could only trust God and Jesus with my shame.

Verse 3

Fourteen million tears,

Washed away,

Trying get back the innocent years,
To show up on my face.
Fourteen million scars,
In my soul,
Fourteen million times I've fallen apart,
Only been a little whole.
A little whole sometimes,
When I was at school,
With the classes at sunrise,
So I didn't have to think about how uncool.
How uncool I've become,
In my shame,
What have I become?
And should I be ashamed?

Chorus 

15, is what I'm going on,
Fifteen million tears,
Wishing on a star,
Trying to forget all the painful years
15, is what I am,
In a month and a day,
Is this another sham,
Or am I going to actually change?
14 years of sadness,
Seeing a monster that no one could see,
Even when there was some happiness,
The sadness still appeared to me.
14 years of hoping,
The hope burying in flames,
Realizing something,
I could only trust God and Jesus with my shame.