Little Things

only children

We're only children

Yet as ke keep growing older

The weight of our world's

Keeps growing colder

Were only children

Yet little do they know

All asked of us so young

Makes our worries constantly grow

So what do you do

When your life is falling apart at the seams

And you realize all that's to come

Is nothing but crushed dreams

What's the point of existence

When life has nothing to hold

And it just keeps getting worse

As you continue to grow old

Is life a blessing

Or is it just a cruel curse

Because nothing will ever change the fact

That one day you'll go home in a hearse