Growing up strong Hitching rides And their melancholy cries Sing in the night For all my days I shall never feel the same For growing up strong Is truly, purely… Not a game _(La, La,_ _La, La)_ It is truly Not A Game _(La, La,_ _La, La)_ And to hear their raspy voices And to see their tear-stained face! I know it’s not the truth But why can’t they— Feel the same? For growing up strong Is really— Really not a game But why do they stay weak When they only get beat? And I can’t watch them! But I still have own feet— And so I run And I run And I run Faster than a— Be-e-e Be-e-eating Drum For growing up weak Is never ever sweet And sooner or later You’ll wind up— Dead _(Dead)_ _(Dead)_ So pick your feet up! Let your guard rise! Grow up strong And never feed their lies! I won’t help you I won’t stare You have to help yourself Or you’ll never get up there And so I run And I run And I run Faster than a— Be-e-e Be-e-eating Drum I know they’ll be fine… I hope that they’ll be fine… I wish that they’ll be fine… I pray that they’ll be fine…. *** _(Did this on two separate days—and I’m getting g distracted by Amino. Thanks for reading and Imma try to work on WAR and JoM _❤️_)_