When I was small
I forced myself to grow up
To be able
To survive the grown ups
A child’s dreams and visions
Perspectives and views
All thrown away
Because grown ups like things their own way
Children know so little
That’s why they love so easy
Grown ups know too much
That’s why they’re scared to love
I am now a grown up
But how I long
And crave
To be a child, once more