When you're younger.
The world seems at your doorstep,
And everything you want is there for you.
And when you're younger,
You can get away with anything.
But all good things end sometimes.
And all memories fade.
'Till there's nothing left to live for.
But you live for them anyways.
Now when you're younger.
The world seems so big.
But as you get get bigger,
It gets smaller and smaller and smaller.
When you're younger.
The world seems at your doorstep,
And everything you want is there for you.
And when you're younger,
You can get away with anything.
All good things must end.
But that just leaves room.
For more things to come.
And they're better than the last.
And so it goes on and on.
Oh don't you wish sometimes.
That you could go back?
Back to those simple days.
Back, back, back.
This is a song that I wrote. And sorry I didn't write in that while, my mom took me up to our campground and there isn't any internet up there. I died. D:
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