It's 1:11 I still haven't gone to sleep Thoughts going Thro my mind As if its a ride As I look at the time I think I should be asleep But thin the thoughts They come right back Like sleep you don't need that It's kinda cheep They say time is $ But I say time is memory Looking at my little brothers All I could think is... That's a good age to have Nothing to be scared of To not see how cruel the world really is I have to say I miss that stage Were I was able to be load And make messes Magically be put in my bed Or were the tooth fair was real Santa claws too Now it's just a thing I go along with Hoping it'll last as long as it can Because these are the good days We're imagination runs wild And being you isn't hard <3