I want to go back to when I was five.

When I didn't know where babies came from,
I didn't know drugs existed.

I didn't know people were mean,
And everyday was a new discovery.

Back to the days when barbies were cool,
And you had to be forced to come INSIDE.

When you thought shut up was a bad word,
And you couldn't wait until the future.

The times when you were on the top of the world,
And when you had to fight to be the line leader.

Where you took naps,
And drew pictures.

Where ambitions were set to the best I could possibly achieve,
And be President of the Untied States.

I want to go back to when I was five,
Maybe that way I can change a few things,
And be happier than I am today.