Little kid with a little dream.
The world is beautiful, or so it seems.
She's so young, full of innocence.
To her nothing truly makes sense.
In a world full of puzzles,
she's bursting with questions, wide-eyed wonder.
Curiosity surrounds her,
waiting for someone to answer, to discover.
Little kid with a silly dream,
now not so little—she's growing, it seems.
Still, she believes this world is a pretty realm,
But little kid grew tired,
waiting for answers that never came.
Now she's more adventurous,
still curious, yet wise.
She knows this world holds beauty in disguise.
Then at last, little kid grew up,
and met harsh reality,
now realized the world
is not what she thought it would be.
She learned that dreams can feel so silly,
and now she hates the world that she once adored—
because now she knows.
Because now I know.
Since that little girl grew up to be me.
