Quarter of a century a third of my life
Descends on the mount, I am made of water and
Things that I know are permeable
This is the life that you get one chance to accept
All the qualities you never chose, now I admit the time has come
Cause I'm on track to be nothing
Always to work, not for substance
Only gets worse as I'm growing
I want to see for myself, see through the past the damage done
See into the future paths of wreckage come, See it for myself I know
I gotta grow up
But there is no-one left to be here today you rejoice on the mark
One more year 'round the sun, my body's prepared
But not my soul
Now as the moments arrived it is fleeting
You're asking your mother the
Time you were born, I want to live each breath a life
So I'm on track to be something
Always to work, what is substance
Only gets worse as I'm growing
I want to see for myself, see through the past the damage done
See into the future paths of wreckage come, See it for myself I know
I gotta grow up
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