Remember the time when we were young?
The time we had so much fun without even knowing?
With hopes, dreams and aspirations in our eyes,
Do you remember that time?
When getting high meant only on the swings,
And nights were scary and monstrous,
The time we used to wish upon stars,
Believing Angels were true.
The time we used toward up early for Christmas,
Hoping to get that red car in the mall yesterday,
With a glamorous packing,
Waiting under the tree to be opened.
Looking at adults, we wished to grow up fast.
Now look at us, all grown up.
Fun means hanging out with so-called friends,
And our eyes are red and puffy with all the crying,
And we have bags under our eyes heavier than those on our backs,
Now nights are calm and peaceful,
Now we know the monsters under our beds,
Were actually the monsters inside of us,
Christmas Eve doesn't mean a lot now,
Because, hey, it's supposed to be celebrated with loved ones,
And who loves us now?
We are just the 'It' generation,
Who thinks they know everything,
But in reality, are just a nuisance.
Wishing upon shooting stars doesn't mean much now,
We know they are falling now,
And relate so much to the broken things.
Looking at adults we used to wish,
To grow up fast and be happy,
What were we even thinking?
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