We grow up much too fast,
we need to cherish this time of freedom,
And not let it slip away.
Seasons change, problems come and go away,
But all we want is to live fast,
Just wanting to gain freedom.
But our downfall ends up being the freedom,
When we grow independent from the pack we stray, our light hearts float away,
and the feeling we secretly wish could last, has gone by too fast.
And if going fast gives you hope for freedom, your troubles won’t drift away.