Sorrow thickens the atmosphere of my bedroom
I move slower these days.

Sixteen is on the other side of this wall
That world is so much brighter
There were butterflies and things
Imagination followed me everywhere
Because I was going to be something

Now everything is darker,
Things are less saturated with joy
Hard people everywhere look down on me
They got bigger, they gave me bruises
I wince
There is a deep **** in my head

My hero gained some experience...
He is quite the character.
But he doesn't move so often
The battlefield is in a thick haze.