it’s time to grow upnat least that’s what they’ve saidn'cause this ain’t the life that they want us to livenand why the hell did they portray this to us?nthen they turn awaynlet our dreams start to rustnunder their breathnunder their skinnthey knew the whole time we could not winnwe never knew that life would beginnby breaking us down then breaking us innnow it is time to grow upnno one is pulling for younnow it is time to give upnno one is crying for younnnow I am leavingnthe time of the seasonnis this why I came here?nis this what you needed?nI wish you could see that it’s time to believe in your sonnnit’s time to grow upnit’s time to move onnit’s time to believe that your hopes are all gonenhow could this be?nthat something so strongnour meaning of life means nothing at allnmaybe they sat alone their roomsndreaming of this not intending on younmaybe they thought that they’d be the onesnto realize dreams not pass them to usnnno one can live againnyour dreams will never mend at night