When I Was A Child
Don’t tell me I’m not perfect because I know that I’m not
But living up to something sure is a lot
These high expectations are driving me wild
They make me want to go back to when I was a child
Back when everything was different
Everything was simple then
I had a smile that was genuine
Back when?
Back then.
When I was a child
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