Maybe you can change the world off of lower inhibitions
A sense of child
A sense of wild
Maybe all of your perspective can be turned into pure bliss
If you wanted this
Hey, childhood
Hey, to be understood
A time to be free
A time to be me
Without the confines of society
A LIFE LIKE A CHILD
A LIFE TO BE WILD
Nothing beats, being a child.
Sweet bliss
Sweet bliss
Even the toughest times
Doesn't compare
To the mind of our minds
As an adult
Life is so dull
So bleak and mild
I miss being a child.
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hanabeau
So much truth here!