Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

real world disease (a song)

There was a time for princess dresses,
There was a time for making messes,
Playing outdoors with our shields and our swords,
Our only worry was that we were bored.

But now me must grow,
now we must learn,
The world is a forest and now it's our turn
To pave a new path, plant some new trees
And learn all about the real world disease.

Because we're older now,
The world feels so much colder now,
And it's our stop on the train,
We have to get out in the rain.
Because we're older now.

There was a time for secret gardens,
When we didn't know that the world would harden,
Our hearts and our minds against our will,
But it doesn't matter cuz we have them still.

But now me must grow,
now we must learn,
The world is a forest and now it's our turn
To pave a new path, plant some new trees
And learn all about the real world disease.

Because we're older now,
The world feels so much colder now,
And it's our stop on the train,
We have to get out in the rain.
Because we're older now.

There will be time for love and memories,
Visiting all those famous galleries,
There's so much to do, and so much to see,
But after it all we'll still be you and me.

We are just older now.
The world feels colder now.
We are just older now. Older now.

But still we must grow,
Still we must learn,
The world is forest and it's still our turn
To pave a new path, plant some new trees
And teach them about the real world disease...

Older now. Older now.