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a chioce
if i had a choice
id never grow up
id stay little'
and things would stay simple
but insread we grow up
and our lifes become hell
getting harder and harder each day
till it all just fades away
soon you miss
the little kid you use to be
with your hair in pig tails
and a lollipop in hand
watching silentlyas the years pass you bye
only wishing
that you could go back
to being a little kid once again
