I use to think life was suppose to be simple. I thought living was suppose to be fun. 

Remembering who I use to be isn't all that simple. I use to look at danger and laugh. I use to look through pain and smile

Is it growing up that makes the world so bitter. Or is it simply who we end up becoming that makes life so unbearable  Never getting the chance to enjoy life. 
Always wanting more. What does it truly mean to grow up.  

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