My head is getting dizzy,
It's like a volcano bursting,
I don't know what it is,
I am feeling heavy,
I feel like running away,
I don't feel like talking,
Still there's a child trapped inside me,
Which wants to meet people,
And relive  and cherish those moments again,
How little did we know ?
How little did we care?
How carefree was the world?
When we were only an infant.
Why did we want to grow up?
When even a butterfly would make us feel happy?
Why would we want to trade it and become adults?
Where everything is fake and everyone just hides there inner child,
Not wanting others to know,
That those inner child is still scared,
Still scared to trust because everyone left.
Everyone once left.