When I was growing up, the older kids always told me to enjoy my young years.
To not wish my childhood away,
that I should wait until I turn Dolls into calls,
Toys into boys,
That I should hold back on runninh my finger-bones with phones.
I never listened
The only wish I had on my birthday was that the next would come soon.
I exchanged valuable time for a nickel and a dime
Because thats how much I thought it was worth.
Now I crave to be 8 again, to nothave a care in the world,
And have a birds nest on my head instead of my hair.
I wish I could relive that carefree life for just one day
Maybe then I could convince my younger self,
To not wish time away.
