Growing Up

Growing Up

I wish I could trade my medicine for tic-tacs, But I’m broke and exhausted and I want my life back. The world was so colourful until it all turned black; Our innocence corrupted with taxes and blackjack.

I miss when we pretended our tic-tacs were pills, Now we study for future jobs so we can pay bills. With this life I feel like I’m never fulfilled; But when I was a child the mountains were molehills.

Grey places and faces and eyes made of stone, “You’re too old for THOSE games”, said in that tone. “You’ve gotten so big now!” “Oh, look how you’ve grown!”; I’m one in 8 billion, I’m just one more clone.

No time for resting, just stress and depression, Because an excess of self-expression to society is somehow a transgression; So they shove the rest of us into oppression.

When you’re constantly known as the one that loses, You have to expect to be left with the bruises Of the failure ‘kid’ whom everyone uses; ‘Cause you’re the only one who never refuses.

Who replaced our pasta shapes with cigarettes? Who substituted our sugar straws with life regrets? Who gave us clay bricks instead of Lego sets? Who keeps sending death threats like we’re suffragettes?

Here we are thinking that people have hearts, When they care more for money, possessions and charts. So keep hugging friends and kissing your sweethearts; Because one day you’ll lose love and kindness for book-smarts.

I wish I could trade maturity for tic-tacs, But I’m scared and credulous, and I want my life back. The world was so vibrant until it all turned black; Our lives are corrupted by devils and payback.