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….

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_(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 _❤️_)_