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I miss the days when the biggest fear,
Was someone taking your crayons.
When the other girls didn't talk shit,
And the boys who grow up to be jocks,
Could still be friends with the freak girl.

When I didn't worry about people I knew,
being mothers in their teens,
And drugs and alcohol,
Were things grown ups did on TV.

Now the girls only talk,
And the boys do too.
But the boys aren't afraid to just laugh in your face,
And probably don't remember the things i do.

He held my hand.
In a little corner of the playground.
In first grade.

And i worry about my ex friends,
Who will deserve what they get when they do,
But their children won't.
And all i hear is 'pot' and 'booze'.

I miss my innocence.
But I'll never see it again.
I see it in my brother though,
Those eyes full of wonder.

I wish he could never grow up.
And stay forever this little,
And this innocent.

Description
I miss the days when the biggest fear,
Was someone taking your crayons.
When the other girls didn't talk shit,
And the boys who grow up to be jocks,
Could still be friends with the freak girl.

When I didn't worry about people I knew,
being mothers in their teens,
And drugs and alcohol,
Were things grown ups did on TV.

Now the girls only talk,
And the boys do too.
But the boys aren't afraid to just laugh in your face,
And probably don't remember the things i do.

He held my hand.
In a little corner of the playground.
In first grade.

And i worry about my ex friends,
Who will deserve what they get when they do,
But their children won't.
And all i hear is 'pot' and 'booze'.

I miss my innocence.
But I'll never see it again.
I see it in my brother though,
Those eyes full of wonder.

I wish he could never grow up.
And stay forever this little,
And this innocent.