how long till we really grow up
do you even realise how childish/gullible/naiive we are
hopefully we'll turn out to be a fine gentleman/lady
not those who bear hate and fury
but one who has a heart of gold and spreads goodness around


met some who gives limitlessly
others might deem them as foolish but they just cant stop giving

met some who sting on every lil' thing
but are they happy, truly?


envious i am, of those who got plenty of _____ from some people
anxious i am, for better things to come my way
ashamed i am, of myself for not being that great (or even good)
curious i am, of how you will (or wont) change