I remember when we were kids,
it felt rebelious to stay up past bedtime,
And boys had cooties so there were no broken hearts.
and now that I think about it,
I look back and remember how much I wanted to grow up
when the easiest part of life was childhood.
Although I'm only a teenager and things probably don't get much easier,
skinned knees hurt less than broken hearts,
skinned knees make you cry for a few minutes
but broken hearts can make you cry for days.
Skinned knees are forgotten about
but the day you got your heart broken,
those are the memories that stick with you forever.
So just when you want to rush and grow up,
think about how good you have it
and dont waste your time being a kid
Live every moment to the fullest!
