For every girl that is a woman
Is a boy who is still a child
Perceiving just as well as you do

People tend to forget about you
In the few minutes of infamy
Trapped between two ages
With no one to claw onto

Expectations of the worst
Are excavations of the past

Perceiving just as well as you do
People tend to forget about you
You can only hope to see the light
Before you lose your inevitable fight
Taking the words out of my head
To experience them
Until bright skies turn dead
And in this hindsight
It shall be noted
There is an empty shell for those
Who wish to live a life of shows