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 ❤️)