The thought of growing up,
Makes me hate life.
The thought of responsibilities,
Makes me want to puke.
The thought of paying bills,
Makes me want to cry.
The thought of working,
makes me really tired.
The thought of buying a house,
Makes me feel stressed.
The thought of going gray,
Makes me want my youth.
But in the end, my wild will no long
Be accepted from a not-child.