• We are all dying
    Every day of the year
    Its drawing near
    Living to breathe
    And breathing to live
    We inching more simple than said
    We are all so young
    Yet weve stoped beleiveing in the fun
    The childish sparkles in our eyes are gone
    The game we play is almost done
    If we have about 100 years
    Shouldnt we still be considered kids?