When we’re little, we’re so busy trying to be other things,
Like a grown up with a cigarette.
We don’t realize all the pressures that adulthood truly brings,
Or that they have nothing figured out quite yet.
We have a longing to grow up and drive fancy cars;
We want to be an astronaut.
We want to fall in love and not break hearts,
That’s what the Disney movies taught.
We want to have our own homes,
so we can call the shots.
We want to be out there on our own,
Give adulting all we’ve got.
When we’re grown up, we’re so busy trying to be other things,
Like a child with no stress.
We didn’t realize the peace of mind that childhood brings,
Until those days are laid to rest.
We have a longing to go back in time,
We would give our fancy cars.
This is America’s dream, not mine…
We know this inside our hearts.
When we’re grown up, we’re so busy wishing for our youth,
Miss sneaking cookies behind mom’s back.
We didn’t realize one day our wishes would come true,
Why did we want to grow up so fast?
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