Too much nostalgia for someone so small, they say But I reminisce on the past again anyway I know I should save it up for when I grow Returning to the books I never really read Reliving life I never really led But I still dance barefoot alone in my room I still turn on my fairy lights and twirl cross the floor with my broom I still huddle in bed when the rain starts to fall I still stand on my toes, I still wish I was tall Maybe it's called something different now Maybe I'm careless or wild But in my mind's eye I'm still a child Time to grow up, time to be more realistic, they say But what's the purpose of vision unmagical Keeping the fairies at bay I know it all might seem silly But I so long for escape to the way it was Picking buttercups just because So I still write letters to you in my room I still spray my wavy hair with lavender perfume I still hope this isn't over too soon I still turn my gaze out the window and smile at the moon Maybe it's called something different now Maybe I'm careless or wild But in my mind's eye I'm still a child I'm still a child