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Something filled up my heart with nothing, someone told me not to cry.
But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder, and I can see that it’s a lie.
Children wake up, hold your mistake up, before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don’t grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turning every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
With my lighning bolts a glowing, I can see where I am going to be when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lighning bolts a glowing I can see where I am going.
You better look out below.

This song is probably the theme to this year.
it reminds me of so much.
when things changed.
when things got better.
when things got worse.
things were simply getting different.
and i've struggled alot with remaining a kid.
ive grown up alot. alot of that was cos i was forced to.
but im not ready.
i dont know if i'll ever be.
i was told the ther day "welcome to real life"
and the first thing i thought was "i hate it".
i may just be being negative.
but 'real life' has become a serious, complicated and sad place to be.
i want to stay a kid...