I want to be young again
To do stupid things
And use being green as my excuse

I want the energy
The innocence that I had
The flair of the naive

I want the imagination
That just flowed
And was never jaded by scars

But wisdom is a precious commodity
And I won't trade it for anything
Even for renewed youth

I miss that girl
I don't think I knew her that well
She was so scared

She would believe anything
She was not me
I'm too old for that stuff