Itchy Feet More Condition_symptoms Nobody said it was easy to grow

And I wanted to grow ... Be more ... It sounded good.

Nobody told me I would have responsibilities, worries. Nobody told me what was the money. Nobody told me that the job was not to play forever.

Nobody told me about pain or death. Nobody told me it was a frustration. Nobody told me I had to stop wanting the moon. Nobody told me the obligations, or the importance of an outward appearance

Nobody told me you had to save face. Nobody said life as an adult was required to be gray by definition, it was mandatory to wear a suit even when wearing no clothes, no one told me I was banned from flying.

Nobody told me that babies were not as dolls or Barbies that you really hit a heel turn as you knew, or that no more could have a cat because no rental flats permitted, nor that there was no Prince Charming and the toads were abundant, and the cars running and in the Scalextrix had just made a lot of junk and added to the list of deaths in the month of June of the DGT. No one told me that the princesses were divorced gals anorexic-looking and are dedicated to being a vase, a zero.

I must admit that no one told me that growing was easy.

And that's not all bad. Nobody told me thereies you, and you also wanted to grow. No one explained what it would feel to kiss you. Nobody told me we could keep playing forever under the night. Nobody told me we could go out, dance, laugh and be more kids that when we wanted to grow.

Finally, after all, can not wait to grow up as easy