F
A
C
I was born I hate this part
E
being someone new
F C G:
being torn seeing someone who died as you grew
F C
Growing older is killing a child
G D
who laughed and smiled at anything
F C
growing colder and less and less wild
G
and learning to sing
C
I was young then not so young
E
scary either way
F C G
One more rung down that black ladder every day
F C
One more floor down the elevator
G D
to oblivion what fun
F G
but the singularly awful one
F A
is being born