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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