Faded Hands of Creativity
Pretend is the best game
No need for money, fancy things.. or even clothes
Cause Pretend is the best game
A bed sheet made into a robe fit for a king
A wooden spoon becomes a leathal weapon to defend the castle
There are no limits when you can pretend
There is nothing like a childs veiw on life
Mommy and Daddy are in love
All the world is rich
No one dies
Mean people always lose
And a happy day is one random giggle away
Then...
Something becomes tainted
Something.. ruins us..
No longer do girls have koodies
No longer do monsters live under beds
And all of a sudden you find yourself covering yourself in clothes
To hide who you really are
A different kind of pretend takes place
Pretending to fit in
Pretending that you're better than others
A tainted game in which people decided who plays
Our hands fade our creativity
No more finger paintings
No more sand castles
Not enough time to play
I wish i was a kid again
I wish my life was as simple as a happy meal
The innocence within me passed way long ago
How ironic
How the tables have turned
Now wishing i could find my simple ways again
When it seemed like only yesterday
I couldn't wait to grow up..

