Easy to Read - Milk & Bone

My time is too short

My lies are too real

My face is not easy to read

My friends are so clever

My manners are poor

My heart is too big

To belong to just one

By the time we get old

My feet won’t be cold

By the time we get old

The water is troubled

There are rapids ahead

I’m stuck, I can’t move

This is not going well

The doors keep on closing

Every time I wake up

It’s like I can’t breathe

And my time is up

By the time we get old

My feet won’t be cold

By the time we get old