I forever forget what it was like
I long to be that little girl again
To play with things not real
To hide in worlds too far away
I long to be underneath my hemlock tree
If only I could go back there
The tree that sheltered me
From the harsh reality I was faced with
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to get older
I fear the future
I fear this loniness
I fear what I might be
Longing to be someone I was
Fearing who I might be
Resenting who I am now
But what rancid tactics could be executed
Without pain nor consequences?
In this world I continue to live in
In this little marble called home
Lusting and regreting
Seeking and trying to lose
I want to be that little girl again
One who was innocent and pure
Unspoiled to the world
Who held a universe within the palm of her hand
I long to be that little girl again
To play with things not real
To hide in worlds too far away
I long to be underneath my hemlock tree
If only I could go back there
The tree that sheltered me
From the harsh reality I was faced with
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to get older
I fear the future
I fear this loniness
I fear what I might be
Longing to be someone I was
Fearing who I might be
Resenting who I am now
But what rancid tactics could be executed
Without pain nor consequences?
In this world I continue to live in
In this little marble called home
Lusting and regreting
Seeking and trying to lose
I want to be that little girl again
One who was innocent and pure
Unspoiled to the world
Who held a universe within the palm of her hand