And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well, I guess this is growing up
I suppose the problems of the world do start to seem more like real possibilities the older you get, and that's because they really do become more real possibilities. That doesn't mean your life has to be defined by the amount of shit in it, though. That isn't the whole of reality, only the bad part. Having to confront reality without help can be liberating as well as scary. Even if you fail you can smile and say that the odds were stacked against you all along.
Is it normal this is growing up?
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And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well, I guess this is growing up
I suppose the problems of the world do start to seem more like real possibilities the older you get, and that's because they really do become more real possibilities. That doesn't mean your life has to be defined by the amount of shit in it, though. That isn't the whole of reality, only the bad part. Having to confront reality without help can be liberating as well as scary. Even if you fail you can smile and say that the odds were stacked against you all along.