When I was younger
my mother said to be myself
cause no matter who I'd meet in life
no matter which friends fly by
who stays, who goes
I only have myself
My mother once said
that to love yourself is to be truly happy
to have no hate
and to have no fear
peace
Among other things
When I was young
I didn't care for warnings
I took life by the reigns
Said goodbye to yesterday
Cause everyone loved me
I had friends for days
And even when I didn't
It didn't matter
Cause friends were only as good as the games we played
And we played pretty shitty games
As I grew older
I realised that things weren't as they seemed
I should have kept the friends I made back then
Cause now I'm older
And it sucks to be older
I have no bedtime
Not because my mama declined to set a time
But because my trouble keeps me up
Screaming away
Heartache then break
The stress of being older
Simple little problems that coulda been solved with a hug
Keeping me up till way past dawn
I'm tired and I yawn
Eyes black from all the unsuccessful answers
To equations that I don't even know the name of
How can it be
If this is where my life leads
To tired eyes and misery
Then I don't want it
I want to be free
Like when I was younger
When we could chase ladybugs through neighbourhoods
Which we called our own
Sitting high on imaginary thrones
Fighting over whose named King
With no harm in regard
No matter who said what
We were all friends
Delighted by our companies
Collective in our tyranny
We were just kids
We were just kids
But now we're older
Neighbourhoods don't feel the same
Everybody cares for names
"Whose king? Whose king?"
Fighting means harm
Harm means guns
When we grew old, we grew out of our innocence
Man
I think the world could use a little innocence
We search for war
And act surprised when it comes our way
We kill every bit of child left in us
We forbid it
Innocence
But it's what we need most
Cause without it's there's only hostility
And I know I can be
A little under the weather
To set my hand at thee
But love
I promise you
This isn't how I'm meant to be
This is what the world made of me
A suicidal, in denial prodigy
Master of fuckedup-ery
I don't mean to swear
My violence is bare
I hope you're hearing me
We have suffered enough
Isn't it time to let our passions free?
Sit back and let the child be
The one whose been inside my heart
Cowering in the dark
With or without a spark
Of hope
For a future
Where children can play
Well into old age
Where people are heard
And innocence is learnt
To protect our world
Before it's too late
We can make a change
Just let the child play.
