16

Every night I dream of sitting up

Of getting older and older all the time

I ask you now what does this mean

Are those problems just in my mind

I things are easy when you're 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

Wish my youth you I of the last

Why are this shorty cover unfair

Look at my friends and see what they've done

Ask myself why they've had to change

I like them better when they were young

But 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

Every time I look in my past

I always wish I was there

I wish my youth would forever last

Why are this shorty cover unfair