Childhood

[ Can think of a better title please? ]

There used to be a happy age,
Called "childhood"...
That grew up in vain....
Now we're knockin' on wood....
Now we're knockin' on wood....

There seems to be a faint smile,
When I hear "childhood"....
It spread too much....
Now it repels at touch....
Now it repels at touch....

Return to me, I order you....
I'll compel you til,
You don't come through.....

What was I thinkin',
When I said I wanna grow....
It wasn't my age,
just the show.....
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There used to be an innocent phase,
Called "childhood"...
It's a blurred face...
Now i wanna act it again....
I wanna act it again....

So return the key, I order you...
For I can't break the door...
I can't break my home....

What was I thinkin',
When I said I wanna grow !
It wasn't my age,
just the show....
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There used to be an open ground,
Called "childhood"...
I'd run round and round....
Now I stand in a box....
Now I stand in a box....

So return to me, I order you...
I'll compel you til,
You won't come through.....

What was I thinkin',
When I said I wanna grow !
It wasn't the age,
Just the show....

I order you to give me the key !
For once I wanna see...
What it used to be...

I'm grown now....
Now I wanna grow back....