When i was ten years old
All that glittered used to b gold
All were nice, all were pure
The world is good, i was sure
Then i became sweet sixteen
First i felt the world to b mean
I was bittered, i was sore
I thought i could take no more
Then came the fall of my twentieth year
I saw colours, greys were rare..
I saw good, i saw bad
I was happy, i was sad
And i still believe good exists
As the world comprises beauties and beasts
Now.... Im a girl of twenty five
And know for sure I'll survive