Well I know I'm past that age,
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but I've got growing pains again.
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It's not that physical this time, I know.
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It's something from within,
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it hurts to think about the friends and family
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I had to leave behind,
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when my undeveloped body
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got stuck with an older mind.
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When my play time got cut short,
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just like everybody else's did,
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I had to leave that kid behind,
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and suffer this extended adolescence.
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I'm at the age where society says I should be a man,
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but I don't think I can, don't wanna be a man.
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I can't ignore the fact the more I see the less I understand,
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I guess I should have a plan, I don't wanna be a man.
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So now my soul is duct taped to this body
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whose life will someday end.
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I've found a limited amount of answers,
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but the questions never end.
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And my ineptitude is starting to show,
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the pain continues to grow
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as I trip over my words again and again and again and again and again
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but I'm determined not to settle for the mess
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that sorrows me, hate and fear and all the rest
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will still go on but without me!
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I don't wanna be a man, I don't wanna be a man!
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So many things I'm supposed to be,
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but they've got nothing to do with me!
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I don't wanna be a man!
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I don't wanna be a man!
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I don't wanna be a man!
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Kirk Cameron Sings The Blues
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30 Foot Fall |