Growing Up Is a Trap


Perhaps when I was younger, the colors seemed a little brighter
The time went by a little slower
My parents were my heros
The movie princes were my dreams
Now, Peter Pan is just a story
And nothing is as it seems
I want to turn back time
I want to close my eyes
I want to be a kid
With no worries in the world
I want to count the stars
I want to believe the monsters are in my closet
And no longer in my head
I want to hold my mother's hand
I want to color in my books
I want to have a special moment
Where my life goes back in time
War would not be real
And hurt would only be a myth
I want to be a kid
I want to love the world
I want to close my eyes
I want to go back in time
I want to be a kid

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