Growing Up
When I was younger
I used to think
That I’d fulfill my wildest dreams
Dance on broadway
Get the guy
Get my happy ending at life
Now I’m older
I’m not fine
I have physical reminders from those hard years of life
I know not everybody stays strong
And wakes up to see the light
And escapes from the nightmares buried deep inside
After all these years I understand
Why Peter Pan
Never wanted to grow up
And become a man
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