In Spite Of The World
So I went back to sleep and dreamed I was awake
I locked myself inside but you were on the outside
And I stood outside and watched but I couldn't let you in
Maybe you could see inside yourself
Wrote a letter to myself, but I couldn't bare to send it
So I tore it up and wrote a letter to a friend.
If only you could know that growing up means letting go
Maybe then you'd grow up by yourself.
I'm growing up again. . .
I'm learning to accept that all good things must come to an end
I'm growing up again . . .
I'm trying to understand what it's like
To let go of a friend