Of getting older and older all the time
I ask you now, what does this mean?
Are these problems just in my mind?
Things are easy when your a child
But now these pressures have dropped on my head
The length i've gone are just long miles
Would they be shorter if i were dead?
Every time i look in
my past
I always wish i was there
I wish my youth would forever last
Why are these times so unfair
Look at my friends and see what they've done
Aks myself why they had to change
I like them better when they were young
Now all these times are rearranged
I look down and stand there and cry
Nothing ever will be the same
The sun is rising now i ask why?
The clouds now fall and here comes the rain
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