I often wonder about myself
wonder if I'm too serious
if I've grown up too fast
most of the time I would say not fast enough
I am quite the silly girl
though other times all I can see is my seriousness
I might as well be little Peter
pondering grown-up life and living with a burden
a weight that is not his to carry
smile a little Peter and be a boy again
why do you feel the need to fix every problem?
don't you know you can't?
relax Peter
tomorrow will bring what tomorrow brings
don't you know you're losing your sweetness
your innocence and any joy from this life
driven away by worry
driven away by the problems you so wish to fix
ah, this world holds us for but a little while
run and play while you can
Peter, laugh and dance
the ticking clock continues
once, just once more
be a boy again
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