TO: BEING YOUNG
"My childhood blames me for my life problems. But I had to grow up"
Only yesterday did we have our happy days
Now we are grown & heading our separate ways.
I wish we could share a moment thats too old
Labeling us immature, but who really cares?
All we do is stress over money and living lavishly
Forgetting to have fun before we stop breathing.
I just want to run backwards once more, just once
I would do it all over again, repeating it all. Twice.
Aristo Dos Santos
“For Those You Love and Adore”