when you're young, life is easy, 'cause you're not afraid to cry,
then you age, and you grow hard, it's the politics of life.
well, this world, it gets meaner, with each and every day,
causing useless tears to flow in oh so many ways.
there's a kid inside everyone, that's dying to get out.
you raise your hand for the little things, and turn your head when you're in doubt.
am i seing things i shouldn't see?
not believing things you once believed,
everyones just on a big trapeze, holding on for dear life..