all the way on the top x]

eu acho que eu sofro da síndrome de peter pan. não quero crescer. se pudesse eu teria quatro anos pra sempre. tudo era tão simples. eu comia e não engordava. vovó tava viva. eu não tinha diabetes. não gostava de garotos (p/ namorar), meu cabelo era bom, eu não precisava estudar pra tirar dez em tudo e a verdade era escondida de mim. me diga, poderia eu querer mais alguma coisa? u.u'

Ready or not the years are blurring
Running away the mind is turning
Skip to the end to find the meaning
Thoughts are fading, yet I wonder still
Like it or not your eyes are open
Playing around, the circles going
Face of a child, your mind is old
The clock ran down before I could begin

I wish we all could win
I wish we all could smile
I wish we all could make our mothers proud

Want it or not you just can't leave it

Throw it away, I can't believe it
Walking for days, I know you'll see that
Times are changing, soon we'll be the same

Someday, someday, someday
You'll come around
Someday, someday, someday
Your time will come
There's nothing more that I can do
I know we all can make it through
I hope that someday you will see

=~~~

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