Childhood
When the sun rises
Dimming the nights glare
I watch the stars fade away
Just like my childhood disappears
To thin dust, never to come back again.
The clouds roll by
And I wonder y
I hate my life
And hate myself
Y I have to be perfect
When the real me is within.
But now at the end of the day
As the stars start to shine
I finally realize
That I am a child
That grew up too soon.
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