We're growing up
That's all it is
then why does it have to
feel like this?

The summers are shorter
birthday's less special
Christmas doesn't feel the same
and we don't get candy on Halloween anymore

everything's falling around us
as we see the true world
what people actually are like
and what they wish to do

I wish it didn't have to come to this
I wish we could be just kids
but we can't stop ourselves growing up
so I guess it's time to get used to it

In my back yard grows a plant
I ignore it, usually
Sometimes it grows too big
And its branches begin to wrap around my house
I don't know what to do, so I watch it
The branches try to consume my roof
My walls
Everything inside
Then I get scared and run outside with an axe
I chop, and chop, and chop
But I can't see anymore,
because it's too dark
I don't let anyone help me
I know it's my fault it happens
"What if it takes over their homes too?" I always think.
I chop until sunrise when it begins to wilt away
The sun dissolves it, and I throw down my axe.
I smile, happy once more.
And I go into my house, that's once again filled with light

And I look at the small tree outside, wondering
"What could it ever do to me?"

It's a simple word
Used for so many things
But it's not strong enough to describe
What I feel for you

I love you, but more than you think.