Gone are the childhood days,
When you got up to mischief with all your mates,
When you ran and laughed,
And came home all scratched and bruised,
And the party of the year was held at McDonalds.
Those days are gone,
But not the things you did,
You'll still come home with cuts and scabs,
But you'll just laugh it off,
Now you're 18.
And considered... an adult.
