When I was young I thought I had my own key

I knew exactly what I wanted to be

Now I'm sure you boarded up every door

Lived in a bubble days were never ending

Was not concerned about what life was sending

Fantasy was real, now I know much about the way I feel

I'll paint you the picture cause I don't think you live round here no more

I've never even seen the key to the door

We only get what we will settle for...

While we're living the dreams we have as children

fade away

Love you madly♥