' 'growing up’ ‘older’ ‘responsibility’ 'child' 'life' 'adult' teen
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P’r’onde vai, criança?
Volta aqui.
Não se envolva pelas ruas
Antes de se perder.
Por que correr tão alto, garoto?
Sabe que nunca irá chegar.
Não corra tanto em torno de si.
I've got a hole in my heart,It's where my childhood once sat.When I see more of what I lost,That hole just grows bigger.Maybe my problems can be,Rooted back to my old friends.I had to let them go,
I was only a freshman when I knew
That life would be tough, and I had some growing up to do.
Although I could hang around til dark catching up with my friends
Dreamt about toys and games
Every problem simple, same
Frolicked in my world of fun
Played outside in bright noon sun
Sping then turned to summer, fall
Winter passed again and again