You know, you can't feel new
If your circumstances don't reflect you
It's just what you were that you feel
And what you are isn't real
Your time is wasted in nights
When you think your work is your rights
The innocence is lost throughout the day
But the person hasn't changed in any way
Being given the orders isn't being grown
Maturity is with the knowledge that's known

Someday it will all end
When your bloom is late
So give caution to the wind
Then worry about fate