When I was little

when I was little

I wanted to grow up

I wanted to decorate my face

with colorful makeup

When I was little 

I wanted to get a job

until I started to realize 

everybody is a snob

when I was little I dreamed of being famous

but thats not realistic

and gets really heinous

Now that I'm grown up

I want to be little

have less responsibility

and not care a tittle 

Now that I'm grown up

I feel less alive

everyday is a chore

I lost all of my drive

growing up is tiring 

I dont reccomend you try

have fun while you are young

before you run out of time

 

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