Growing Up

I used to have this friend, you see?
(or so I believe)
He created a little fairy tail world   just for me

(…)

He used to whispered riddles in my ears
Always telling me I could be anything (anything I wish to be)
*I really wanted to believe him, and so I did*
I confessed to him that being a singer was my biggest dream.

“Here you’ll have everything you need” he said
“the stage, the mic, the lights.
Trust me, 

You already have the voice (such a pretty little liar)
so go sing like if you’re a star
because you already are”…

*I really wanted to believe him, and so I did*

So sad I had to grow up 

We all have to…

My little world started to die

(…)

“Goodbye sweet child
you have to wake up now.
(The real world is waiting for you)
Don’t be afraid
Yes, it gonna hurt, but trust me…
You’ll get used to it.
You’ll learn how to get used to it.
You just have to live with it.”