Ten Years
Ten years gone quicker than days
I won't ever have to wear make-up
To show I'm different
Nostalgia, damn
Ah well since past cannot change
I wouldn't trade my memories
To get where I'm today
I know I, prayed
These days are over
Never grow up
Father, what can I say?
And you always
Thought I'll
Turn out
A little differently
These days are over
Never grow up
Father, what can I say?
And you always
Thought I'll
Turn out
A little differently
Autor(es): Vincent Goazempis, Lorenzo Larue