• In this world
    When the magic leaves
    When reality hits
    When your entire lifes to turn around

    It's called growing up, growing out, growing away
    Away with the games, the music in our heads
    Away with the nonscence out minds had bred.

    This is the price to pay
    For growing up.


    For intances lost and years gone by,
    For the sweet, sweet innocence that will eventually die
    For the thoughts unthought and the games unplayed
    For the feelings lost at the end of the day

    In growing up
    This is the price we pay


    I can see
    I can hear
    My Memories so clear
    but after all this time I can't get near.

    Forever it seems, always lost i'll be
    In this sad fated world of misery.
    For I don't belong, made I never was
    To live in this world of adult like mugs.

    Forced we are
    into growing up

    So here I stand
    cold all around.
    Stares at me, while I stare at the ground
    Wishing an hoping it tells me to wake
    so that I don't drown in this frozen lake.

    I see my friends, so close, so near
    But no matter how I scream, they cannot hear.

    I plea to them...

    " Please wait for me"
    " I'll go back with you too..."

    Seems I speak to soon.

    They vanish in a trace
    Without so much as word.
    Just like the wings on my heart
    The flight in my Soul
    The freedom in my Mind
    The other half to my Whole


    So here I am, standing another day
    Unable to live the way they say.

    But in growing up
    This is the Price we must pay.