Every night, I dream the same dream
Of getting older all the time
I ask you now, what does this mean?
Are these problems just in my mind?
Things are easy when you're a child
But now, these pressures have dropped on my head
The length I've gone are just long milesWould they be shorter if I were dead?

Every time, I look in my past
I always wish I was thereI wish my youth would forever last
Why are these times so unfair?
Look at my friends and see what they've done
Ask myself why they had to change
I like them better when they were young
Now, all these times are rearranged
I look down and stand there and cry
Nothing will ever be the same
The sun is rising now and I ask why
The clouds now fall and here comes the rain