Status: Just Starting
Through A Child's MInd
People call me immature.
They say, I’m a 5 year old trapped in an 18-year-old girl’s body.
I still drink chocolate milk with a straw just to make bubbles.
I still pee with the door open and throw imaginary concerts in my room.
Catching lighting bugs outside marks the start of the summer.
I sing when I walk down the street
And I’m the first one to run out to the ice cream man.
When it rains I run to play in the mud.
I do it all for good reason.
As you grow up, you realize that everyone will eventually let you down in some way.
You have your heart broken and you yourself break hearts.
Fighting with your best friend is inevitable.
You’ll dread being young yet still cry when time passes too quickly.
Eventually, everyone will both find and lose love.
So I decided to take a lot of pictures
Laugh every waking hour of the day
And love like hurt doesn’t exist.
I’m a little immature, but every sixty-seconds you spend upset you lose a minute of happiness.
They say, I’m a 5 year old trapped in an 18-year-old girl’s body.
I still drink chocolate milk with a straw just to make bubbles.
I still pee with the door open and throw imaginary concerts in my room.
Catching lighting bugs outside marks the start of the summer.
I sing when I walk down the street
And I’m the first one to run out to the ice cream man.
When it rains I run to play in the mud.
I do it all for good reason.
As you grow up, you realize that everyone will eventually let you down in some way.
You have your heart broken and you yourself break hearts.
Fighting with your best friend is inevitable.
You’ll dread being young yet still cry when time passes too quickly.
Eventually, everyone will both find and lose love.
So I decided to take a lot of pictures
Laugh every waking hour of the day
And love like hurt doesn’t exist.
I’m a little immature, but every sixty-seconds you spend upset you lose a minute of happiness.