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Growing Up
Why have all the days vanished
Where did all the time go
From drawing on the walls we have been banished
When we were kids time was slow
Things are starting to get old
When we find out the fairy tales were all a lie
The precious things we used to hold
The upsetting news makes you want to cry
We no longer believe in a talking bunny
It's the time we learn about the problems around us
The small jokes are no longer funny
The time we learn to no longer fuss
Over the little things we can't control
The time we learn to brush our own hair
When our Mothers start to on longer patrol
Toys we used to play with are no longer there
We gain more responsibility
We lose our time to play
We learn how to use hospitality
We start to remember less of the day
The people get more rude
You develop a new feeling
The judgments get more crude
Staying awake at night staring at your ceiling
Your self-esteem starts to lower
Your point of view changes
Your mood gets slower
Your attitude gets more ranges
Boys no longer have cooties
Your music reflects your depression
You start to see less beauties
Your writing reflects your expression
Why have all the days vanished
Where did all the time go
From drawing on the walls we have been banished
When we were kids time was slow
Things are starting to get old
When we find out the fairy tales were all a lie
The precious things we used to hold
The up setting news makes you want to cry
We gain more responsibility
We lose our time to play
We learn how to use hospitality
We start to remember less of the day
The people get more rude
You develop a new feeling
The judgments get more crude
Staying awake at night staring at your ceiling
Staying awake at night staring at your ceiling
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