I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn’t let them down now-
Mustn’t let them see me cry.
I’m fine.
I’m fine.
I’m too tired to listen.
I’m too old to believe:
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.
I try,
But its so hard to believe.
I try,
But I can’t see what you see.
I try.
I try.
I try…