I often wonder, Am I growing far too fast? I think like a man, But I, a child, could never be regarded as one, Even though I seem to constantly be the smartest in the room. Wait, are we racing to fast through this? I know the time is ripe, Though I didn't think I'd lose my childhood tonight. Yet there is a chance I'm speculating on how to defend, Something that's already gone, Because I'm only a child away from you.