A Child at Heart

Bring me back to pleasant time

When life was simple and sublime

When hot wheels were all i needed to be happy

instead of filling up gas tanks with no money

When i would fight my parents about eating foods I didn't like

Instead of eating till I'm broke and living off Mike and Ikes

We all grow old, we are born and then we die

I suppose to make the most of this life

We must try

Simple words were so much better

No other people who think they're better

Life as a child was so much better

you didn't have to worry what was better.

Because...

Everything was amazing.

Everything was unique.

Everything was fun

Such a small percentage of our life is spent as a child

if only we knew that as a child

maybe we wouldn't want to grow up so quickly.

 

 

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