Fear of the Future
A flower-eating, toad-chasing mermaid
"You are a little strange, but I'll take it
As long as you let those weird habits fade"
My simple way of life, I had to change it
Because doing what came naturally to me
It's just not cute anymore
It's always a new key
Always a new door
I'm always different from who I used to be
I'm always told I need to change more
You're physically mature, can you be mentally mature?
I suppose, but I don't understand what for
I understand what you mean, I'm just unsure
Because if I forget who I was before
I'll lose myself, my life will become a bore
The simplest things don't make me happy anymore
But it's part of the process is what I am told
Maybe I shouldn't get scared of getting old
I'll just try to keep myself from becoming cold
From giving up and hating this world
All the while trying to discover my role
Working hard towards my goals
All the while guarding the innocence of my soul
After all, I can't get it back once it's gone
It's not something that can be bought and sold
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