This will all make sense
when I am older
Someday I will see that
this makes sense
One day
when I’m old and wise
I’ll think back and realize
That these were all
completely normal events
Ah!
I’ll have all the answers
when I’m older
Like why we’re in this dark
enchanted wood
I know in a couple years
These will seems
like childish fears
And so I know this isn’t bad,
it’s good
Excuse me
Growing up means adapting
Puzzling at your world
and your place
When I’m more mature
I’ll feel totally secure
Being watched by something
With a creepy, creepy face
Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!
See, that will all make sense
when I am older
So there’s no need
to be terrified or tense
I’ll just dream about a time
When I’m in my age of prime
‘Cause when you’re older
Absolutely everything makes sense
This is fine