A younger me believes in rainbows and ponies
An older me reflects on betrayals and phonies
But now I'm neither young or old
And my innocence is already sold
I still hope of a better tomorrow
No pain, no hurt, no sorrow
And yet I think of misfortune
That might swallow me whole soon
So you see now I'm in that place
Where I'm stuck in the middle of days
I am neither young or old
But my thoughts are for both.
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