Immature

In the storm of solitude,
My one reliant friend,
That makes the heart beat faster
Then slows it to a calm again

I find some things of wonder
That open up the doors,
A few more notes of laughter
That bring some colour to these tired pores.

And now everything I wanted seems so immature,
And all the time I wasted shines like gold.
Everything I wanted seems so immature
And all the time I wasted shines like gold
All the time I wasted shines like gold

Through my fits of laughter
I try to make amends
For wicked thoughts I’ve had time and again.
And promise that hereafter
I’ll no longer be a slave to greed and lust
I’ll make my dreams behave,

'Cos you’d be so disappointed
If you knew those fickle words
That were falling from my mouth to be heard.

Everything I wanted seems so…

Everything I wanted seems so immature
All the time I wasted shines like gold
Now everything I wanted seems so immature
And all the time I wasted shines like gold

Now everything I wanted seems so…

And it hurts to be so young,
To be so misunderstood,
Feeling all the bad take over the good.

Everything I wanted seems so…
Now everything I wanted seems so immature
And all the time I wasted shines like gold

Everything I wanted seems so…
And now I feel so ordinary.