Missing those times when I get to hang out late
and really get connected to people.
Missing those times when I could just let my hair down
and not think about the dozen of stuff
I've gotta do the next day.
Getting sick and tired of working none stop,
sometimes I wonder what am I really working so hard for...
Maybe that's what growing up means.
If that's that,
I sill can't tear myself away from mindless indulgence of the youth.
I think I'm not ready yet.
I just hadn't had enough if the good time yet.