When I was younger I never wonderednAbout the ways I was trappednI thought I was movingnMy skin was improvingnOn my face and on my backnBut the one thing I never lackednWas the faith you'd always come backnHow could I have been so wrongnnTen years later I'm not more a saviornI still can't convince the dead not to dienI thought I was growingnMy age has been showingnIs that just a way age can lienWhat led me to feel so securenThis was the one thing we couldn't insurenHow could have been so wrongnnAs I get older should I get boldernOr will disappoint be even worsenAnd once I start shrinkingnShould I start thinkingnThat expectations never die