Aug 2019
If this is what growing up means
I shall do it all by myself
Part of being young is no more
Now that I've got a taste from death
And buried my brother
Oh, days of youth. How I do, do miss you
I shall do it all by myself
Part of being young is no more
Now that I've got a taste from death
And buried my brother
Oh, days of youth. How I do, do miss you
