be a kid
Time is flying by
going away as fast ligth
and I am here relaxing
not stresting about nothing
To my left you see
my classmates getting married
paying bills and taxes
but to my rigth
you see our childhood yelling for us to go back
and I am here just realxing
telling ourchildhood
no matter how much I grow up
i wil always be a kid inside
then childhood smiles and walks away
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