Staring at albums,
Of my early years,
Probably was five, didn’t have any fears,
I didn’t have to pretend.
It was the time,
of my life,
Where the boys had cooties,
Where I still watched Barney Movies,
Had the truest friends,
Didn’t think this life would end.
But now I’m fourteen, going on sixteen,
Life isn’t as pure as it seems…
When you’re little you belong,
Life is good when you’re small,
When the skies seem so big, so blue, so tall,
But soon enough you hit the face of reality.
Never doing things that you thought that you could.
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