When i was a wee lil girl, in kindergärtner, the world was a place full of magic and wonder, every day was like going to a magic show, every thing was bright and colorful , you could spill juice on you pants and you still got another, the worst ya had to worrier about was if lil Suez was goanna use up all the green crayon, even at that where'd be another one, life was simple and the biggest decision ya had to make was if you wanted red or blue koolaid
But the magic soon died, and we where forced to ask how things happened and why , what made the world go round, and thus` our dream ripped apart, if no longer was about juice and green crayon and grass stains
It soon became about who had the better car, who was the smartest most pretty , who's got the best body or who screws the best
It used to be, who had the most awesome cartoon hero on there shirt, and well all know batman was the best,
now it's about fast cars cell phones and who can show the most skin with out getting in trouble
The world needs magic again, we need our wonderment, our fear and love f the unknown
DAMN IT I WANNA SPILL MY JUICE BOX GET A HUG A NEW JUICE BOX AND BE TOLD IT"LL BE OKAY
WHERE IS MY FUCKING JUICE BOX