Growing Up Is Hard To Do

I use to dream of heaven.. I use to feel the magic,

But listen to this story, I'm afraid it's rather tragic,

The presence of an angle, a constant ray of luck,

But all that beauty fades as sadly I grew up,

The world had changed it was bitter and greedy,

A dying planet with no concern for the needy,

I am stuck here now.. With all the facts,

Trying to deal with my anti ******

We **** we take, we're not very smart,

I thought it was awesome, now it just breaks my heart,

Am I alone? Do you feel it too?

I guess growing up is just hard to do........

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