Someday I will see that this makes sense
One day when I'm old and wise
I'll think back and realize
That these were all completely normal events
Ah!
I'll have all the answers when I'm older
Like why we're in this dark enchanted wood
I know in a couple years
These will seems like childish fears
And so I know this isn't bad, it's good
Excuse me
Growing up means adapting
Puzzling at your world and your place
When I'm more mature
I'll feel totally secure
Being watched by something
With a creepy, creepy face
Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!
See, that will all make sense when I am older
So there's no need to be terrified or tense
I'll just dream about a time
When I'm in my age of prime
'Cause when you're older
Absolutely everything makes sense