Walking Firefly
Sometimes I act childish
I feel like a little kid
Yet I see otherwise on the mirror
As I walk the roads of happiness and despair
Little by little I lose my innocence
I know there's no turning back
There is only one door left to open
The one that takes me farther away from my old self
But the little girl I used to be still lives inside of me
And every night when I can't sleep I can only wish
I wish water could wash the weight of the world from my shoulders
I wish air could bring back the years
I wish I could start over again
Now I can only pretend
I am a little kid again
Before I go to sleep
Before I wake up again
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