Trapped inside of something that you built to help yourself. Something so good that soon goes so bad. Like a sweet candy that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The ones we thought we loved, we grew to hate. The ones who we went to became the ones to avoid. In this strange place called the 'real world' there's no telling what could happen next.
And suddenly, I want to go back. Back to the days of juice boxes, and building blocks. Back to when the biggest challenge was coloring in the lines.
But it's a vicious cycle.
All we wanted then was to grow up, and now all I want is to go back.
But we can't.