time runs out
The more you breathe
The more you think
The more you exist
Now that you're not a child anymore
This is exactly what you wanted
So why are you envious of every kid around?
Why are you in tears whenever you see one?
Whenever you see someone with their grandmother,
Whenever you see someone happy with their parents
Are you that jealous?
Do you really wish to have a childhood that bad?
It's sad isnt it?
You spent your whole childhood crying
Whilst others smiled
And now you dont know grasp what happiness actually is
And you probably never will.
