Every night I dream the same dream Of getting older all the time I ask you now, what does this mean? Are these problems just in my mind? Things are easy when you are a child But now these pressures have dropped on my head The length I've gone are just long miles Would they be shorter if I were dead Every time I look in my past I always wish I was there I wish my youth would forever last Why are these times so unfair Look at my friends and see what they've done Ask myself why they had to change I like them better when they were young Now all these times are rearranged I look down and stand there and cry Nothing ever will be the same The sun is rising, now I ask why? The clouds now fall and here comes the rain
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